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BARBAR | a poetry and translation blog: June 2011
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Monday, June 27, 2011. O gently soaring bird, bring. Word from me; don’t leave me wailing. You take, with God your guide, a note. From me, to a land where I once. Knew the way; to wilds Layla. May be found astray. On her, my heart. Depends; and if this bird, one day, returned. To me from far away, I’d take my last bread. أيها الطير المحلق غادياً. تحمل سلامي لا تذرني مناديا. تَحَمَّلُ هّدَاكَ اللّه مِنِّي رِسَالة ً. إلى بلد إن كنت بالأرض هاديا. إلى قفرة من نحو ليلى مضلة. Wednesday, June 22, 2011. Saw ours...
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BARBAR | a poetry and translation blog: April 2011
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Tuesday, April 05, 2011. From your love, Layla. From your love, Layla, my name is known; so all. Can tell the sake for which I suffer now;. For what rabid, violent love I bend, when any,. From one pang of want, would bow. What is she to a glance, but grief; a flicker. Spurring a fire's dying breath to glow. O Layla, you don’t smite with repulsion or disdain;. Since sympathy and mercy's all you vow;. For you (O God) I’m follower and phile,. Eaten up by love that doesn't show:. From Majnun and Layla. Al Ja...
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BARBAR | a poetry and translation blog: October 2012
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Monday, October 08, 2012. If permission granted this world to be,. Then let it be; there is other way. But stay. Near to the world in which X couldn’t possibly. Happen, and you’ll be loath to see that day is day. This sun, these trees, these passers-by will seem. Like grounds for things to be no other way. Permission permits no trace but in the free. Motion of all of those objects it makes play. Along, and turns a trophy out of atrophy. Permission's gift is motion’s prey). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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BARBAR | a poetry and translation blog: Tawasin of Divine Will
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Saturday, January 21, 2012. Tawasin of Divine Will. The first circle is his will; the second is his rule; the third is his power; the fourth is his knowledge and his pre-eternity. Iblis said: “If I entered the first circle I would be tried by the second. If I was made to pass the second, I would be tried by the third. If I was satisfied with the third, I would be tried by the fourth. So no, no, no, no, no. The fifth alif is Him, the Ever Living. My collaborative project with Jem Sweeney. Jem Sweeney hear...
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BARBAR | a poetry and translation blog: Tawasin of the Secrets in Unity
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Saturday, February 04, 2012. Tawasin of the Secrets in Unity. An image of the tawasin of the secretes in unity:. Secrets tend from Him and towards Him, and are spread in Him with no sense of necessity. Those secrets from Him alarm, and those toward Him tend, for He is spread. The pronoun of unity is His pronoun, for “I” is hidden. The pronoun of the hidden is His “H.”. If I said “Wah,” they’d say “Ah.”. That which takes form is nothing but substance. This blog is an amalgam of Arabic to English translati...
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BARBAR | a poetry and translation blog: December 2010
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Friday, December 24, 2010. Mawqif of the Path of Knowledge. He stopped me on my way and said to me:. The path of knowledge doesn't bring me to you out of some hiding place or hidden hiding thing; it's that which hidden place and hiding hidden won’t acquaint you with. You know me by my attribute that has no adjective; a breath to you, who crave nothing in its place; a thing you learn, and nothing after gain.". Thursday, December 16, 2010. To a suicide's room. Did you always feel aired out? To be exact, ca...
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BARBAR | a poetry and translation blog: October 2011
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Saturday, October 29, 2011. The strangeness this poem exhibits is its music: watch it break to pieces as it shoots towards somewhere like a body spiraling through atmosphere. Or, more grounded: the poem is an air that dangles over earth as if it resided there - a voice saying "look more like what I speak, " while the earth drifts, stubbornly, by. Al Khidr says nothing. It's Musa who believes his lesson music. He saw no grounding in his lesson, so he called it unfounded. Friday, October 28, 2011. الحقيقة ...
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BARBAR | a poetry and translation blog: May 2011
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011. We were letters - lofty and unlipped, set. Atop the apex's highest alp, where. I was you and we was you, you he and All. In he he; ask any who once passed through. كُنَّا حُروفاً عالياتٍ لمْ نُقلْ. مُتعلِّقاتٍ في ذُرَى أعلى القُلَلْ. أَنَا أَنْتَ فيهِ وَنَحنُ أَنْتَ وأَنْتَ هُوْ. والكلُّ في هو هُوْ فَسلْ عَمَّنْ وَصَلْ. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My collaborative project with Jem Sweeney. A Language That Dreams (my other project). Al Jadid a review of Arab culture and arts.
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LWC/LWK: September 2011
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Continuous project altered occasionally. Wednesday, September 21, 2011. Monday, September 12, 2011. Sunday, September 11, 2011. 8217; he cried. ‘You and spontaneity! You, the most deliberate thing that ever walked or crawled! Could we imagine something like Birkin’s words, minus the nasty self-righteousness, spoken gently – spoken out of love? 8211; become a matter of mind.". Monday, September 5, 2011. Sunday, September 4, 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). LiveChat Performances w/ Steve Benson.
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BARBAR | a poetry and translation blog: Paranoid Couplets
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Monday, October 08, 2012. If permission granted this world to be,. Then let it be; there is other way. But stay. Near to the world in which X couldn’t possibly. Happen, and you’ll be loath to see that day is day. This sun, these trees, these passers-by will seem. Like grounds for things to be no other way. Permission permits no trace but in the free. Motion of all of those objects it makes play. Along, and turns a trophy out of atrophy. Permission's gift is motion’s prey). Arabic Literature in Translation.
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