perigee

Sunday, July 19, 2015

نطمعُ

ونُشْهِدُهُ بما ملأَ الوجْدَ من قربِكُمُ

بهِ

نسْالُ

ونطْمَعُ

ونُشهِدُهُ بأن القلوب لابارحتْ حظٌوظَكمُ

ونشْهِدكمْ بأنَّ السُّفنَ بشواطيكمُ

تسْلَمُ

وطمَعٌ في الحٌبِّ برى سَقَما

تشْهدُ الأنام ُ به

منَّعمٌ بكمُ

خيرٌ مما

ماقالتْهُ ذِمَمٌ وأمَمٌ

moi

Saturday, July 18, 2015

moi

مصيبتي ابتدأت منذ

اعتقدت أنني على حق

وبين الحق واعتقادي

....بُعْدُ المجَّراتِ عن بعض

Procol Harum - A Whiter Shade of Pale, live in Denmark 2006

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, 'There is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.'
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well've been closed

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale

And so it was that later