Read your body and educate yourself

Read your body and educate yourself
-1-
The day dialogue stopped between your breasts washed with water ..
And between the tribes fighting over water ..
The ages of decline began ..
The clouds declared a strike against rain
For five hundred years ..
The birds declared a strike against flying
The wheat refused to give birth to children
And the moon took the shape of an oil bottle ..

-2-
The day they expelled me from the tribe ..
Because I left a poem at your tent’s door ..
And left with it a rose ..
The ages of decline began ..
For the ages of decline are not ignorance of grammar and morphology ..
But ignorance of the principles of femininity ..
And erasing all women’s names from the memory of the homeland ..

-3-
Ah my beloved ..
What is this homeland that treats love ..
Like a traffic policeman? ..
Considers the rose a conspiracy against the system ..
Considers this homeland drawn like a yellow locust ..
Crawling on its belly from ocean to gulf ..
From gulf to ocean ..
That speaks in daylight like a saint ..
And gets dizzy at night on a woman’s navel ..

-4-
What is this homeland?
That erased love from its school curricula ..
Erased the art of poetry ..
And women’s eyes ..
What is this homeland?
That practices aggression against every rainy cloud
Opens a secret file for every breast ..
And organizes with every rose an investigation report !!.

-5-
My beloved ..
What shall we do in this homeland?
That fears to see its body in the mirror ..
Lest it desire itself ..
And fears to hear a woman’s voice on the phone ..
Lest its ablution be broken ..
What shall we do in this homeland?
That knows everything about the October Revolution ..
The Zanj Revolution ..
The Qarmatian Revolution ..
And treats women as if he were a Sufi sheikh ..
What shall we do in this homeland?
Between the works of Imam al-Shafi‘i .. and the works of Lenin ..
Between dialectical materialism .. and pornographic pictures ..
Between books of exegesis .. and Playboy magazine ..
Between the Mu‘tazila sect .. and the Beatles band ...
Between Rabi‘a al-‘Adawiyya .. and Emmanuelle ..

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O you astonishing like children’s games
I consider myself civilized ..
Because I love you ..
I consider my poems historical .. because they lived through you ..
Every time before your eyes is a possibility ..
Every time after them is shrapnel ..
So do not ask me why I am with you ..
I want to escape my backwardness ..
And enter the age of water ..
I want to flee the Republic of thirst ..
And enter the Republic of magnolia ..
I want to leave my Bedouinism ..
And sit under the trees ..
Wash in spring water
And learn the names of flowers ..
I want you to teach me reading and writing
For writing on your body is the beginning of knowledge
And entering it is entering civilization ..
Your body is not against culture ..
It is culture itself ..
And whoever does not read the notebooks of your body
Will remain all his life .. illiterate ...