كان يمشي في أروقة الثلج وحيداً
يُخبر عن غربة روحٍ
مُثقلةٌ بالريح والترحال
كان يُجيد المشيَ
جاعلاً نبضه بين رمشيه
والإسفلت…..

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يسألونه عن لون عينيه فيجيب:
هما بلون القلب وما حمل اللسان
من عسل..,
هما بلون الصبر والبحار
وما تملك الروح من قُبلْ،
هما بلون من ركب النقاء
وسبّح في مواقيت اليقين الأبيض
والمساء

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يسألونه عن صبر قدميه على العراء
فيجيب…هو لا يمشي على قدميه
ولكن على قدمي قلبه المكسوّة بالوداد
هو لا يُتعب الأرض بقدميه
فالأرض اُمٌ لا يطؤها إلا العاقّون
لها قلبه….وإن جرّحته النتوءات,
و عيناه وإن تغيّبتا عن موعد
الذكر والتسابيح

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يسألونه عن عشقه للغياب
فيجيب.. (في الغياب حضور,
تواجدٌ ,
ووجود
وفي الحضور غياب,
وجودٌ ,
وتواجد.
من لايراني…يراني
ومن لاتبصره الروح
لن يبصر الروح ولاالرياحين….
فلا تجعلو للسؤال حضورا دون حضور
ولاتغيبوه إذ يصطفيه الحضور)

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ومضى كما كان يمضي
يمشي في أروقة الثلج وحيداً
يخبر عن غربة روحٍ
مُثقلةٌ بالريح…. والترحال

سان بطرسبورج / روسيا

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Presence and Existence
By El-Faitouri Essadik
Translated By Abdellatif Rhesri

He was walking alone
Through the snow galleries
Telling about the exile of a soul
Burdened with the wind and constant departure
He was good at walking
Putting his pulse
Between his eyelashes
And the cement

When asked about the colour of his eyes,
He would reply :
They have the colour of the heart
And that of a tongue-load of honey
They have the colour of patience and seas
And the kisses owned by the soul
They have the colour of those
Who had ridden the back of cleanliness
And glorified God
During times of pure certainty
And at evening times

When asked about his feet withstanding bareness
He woud reply that he did not walk on his own feet
But on his heart feet
Shod with friendliness
He would not wear away the ground with his feet
For the Earth is a mother
Who would not be laid
Except by recalcitrant children
His heart is devoted for her
Even if it is injured by excrescences
Along with his eyes
Even if they miss
The congregation of remembrance and praise

When asked about his love for absence
He would reply :
There is presence within absence ;
Presence
And existence
As well as there is absence
Within presence ;
Existence
And presence
He who fails to see me
I will see him
And he who is not beheld by the spirit
Will not be able to behold the spirit
Nor will he see aromatic plants
So do not grant the question fake presence
And do not try to hide it
If it is blessed with presence

Then, he walked away
Like he used to do
Alone, through the snow galleries
Telling about the exile of a soul
Burdened with the wind and constant departure

Morocco
6/7/2009

Place and Date of the original text
St. Petersberg/ Russia