Galilean (Dahuk)_Farrukh Ahmad

Galilean (Dahuk)

Farrukh Ahmed

A Galilean walls all night long

There prevails -sleep only

The pond is silent as invisible bottomless

sleepless I pass along.

Let you  shun today playing the dice of slyness

Let the bee of day have repose on the branch

And hear by ears the cry of Galilean

The moon leaves the port of the stars

And enters into the ocean of night

As if an untried diver dives one after one

And picks up corals of dreams.

Sleepy winged weds slower constant

Calm and quietness lay around

The lamp of desire goes off

And only the Galilean is heard.

A wailing having much depth of death

Of a diver

Of an unseen bird which seems bodices

comes out of the bottomless ocean

A Lamp within stars dozes in dreamy sky.

Are you still awaken?

Does your audible hear?

Do you hear a sound ascending towards sky?

A vigilant guard it is, in deep forest of sleep

His fairy-dream advances through gentle breeze

Crossing the path of rattan bushes

The mate is drowsy.

The Galilean overflows the brim of the night-cup

Only... the sound is being paled up

In the dreamy saddened seventh skies of night

The moon goes demolishing over rattan bushes.

As if you are merely a sound bodices

No. I know, you are not a sound

You are only a sound box.

You bear only an amazing music endless

Which is absorbed in densely forest

Piled up in the sky

Painful having depth of sea.

And the Galilean blurs the fake blue moon light.

O’bird! O’decanter! still I fail to recognize thee.

Might be I know thee

And thy physic having well complexion.

That is painted with a wonderful brush.

And the amazing wine makes the end of night cry

Painful and sour humor of that.

Piles up intolerable pain in the forests edge

Nights pangs appears in darkness and rhythm

And I fall to recognize that tone.

As if you are the Custer

A decanter full of sweet

You are alone at the edge of the lonely forest

And alone you have emptied the decanter

Full of music.

O’goblet of liquor!

The thirst of wine makes me eager, tired

In the tranquility of night

All around the rattan wood

And crossing the ocean of darkness

Reaching the threshold of moon

That floors undiverted on the wing of deep music

And with the direction of moon.

Advances towards the unknown state of sun.

The strong butting of the wine

Makes the music float through wavy ocean.

And the music showed like withered feather

Over a land snorted by stars

And makes your fill body enlivened by sprinkling

Within a twinkle of time.

That runs fast as arrows or meteor does

Over the far forest creating blood oceanic storm

Which is violent and reckless.

All night long you create music

From the invincible abyss firm and deep

Galilean ....

Oh! all pains and grievances go stopped and calm.

O’ untried bird at the edge of the forest of night

Go on, with your song of unbound freedom

We are over burdened being enchained

We cant follow you tone

Our own poisonous beetle

Has made our body and soul wounded

You rank not the timid and ugly

And bear in your knotted heart

A complete music of life and death

So, you are free wonted secluded Galilean

You can cry whole hardheartedly

And making the heart empty

We can’t

In the stings of rattan canes]

Now the violin of air is being played

Then that goes stopped at a stage.

The moon over the old forest goes down

And the darkness becomes thicker

I sit face to face at the depth of hour

Shadowed by myriad of pains.

The night showers decaying as the dues of leaves

At the bank of life and death with a dump pains

In that dense darkness overcasts

A Thirst extinguished Galilean is heard

In the forest distance

From a tired tone that pierces heart.

Note: The word Galilean is used here to moon both the bird and the sound of it.