Mahmoud Darwish: Happy (I Know Not Why)
🔸Happy (I Know Not Why)
🔸Mahmoud Darwish
🔸Translated by Mohammad Shaheen
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With joy at something secret I used to embrace
the morning with the strength of singing and walk with confidence
in my steps, walk with confidence in my visions.
Some inspiration calls me: Come on!
Like a magic gesture, like a dream come to train me in its secrets
so that I may be the master of my star in the night ...
relying on my language.
I am my own dream, I am; I am my mother's mother in looks;
and my father's father; and
my son, I am.
With joy at something secret,
carrying me on stringed
singing instruments to polish me like the diamonds of
an Eastern princess.
If the world does not break into song now,
on this morning,
it will never sing.
Love, give us your abundance, that we may plunge
into the noble wars of those who feel strongly.
The climate is favorable
and the sun sharpens our weapons in the morning.
Love! We have no aim but defeat in your wars ...
Triumph, you are Triumph.
Hear your praise from your victims, Triumph!
May your hands be safe.
Return safely to us when we are lost!
With joy at something secret, I was walking,
dreaming a blue poem of two lines.
Two lines ... about a light joy at once visible and secret:
He who does not love now,
on this morning,
will never love!
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