فصول حياتي
(عيد ميلادي)
حَيَاتِي دَرْبِيَ الممتدُّ عبرَ سَنِينِ
أوراقُ عُمْرٍ حُبْلَى بكلِّ يقينِ
مِنهَا تَعَلَّمْتُ الدُّروسَ صَبَابَةً
ومَضَيْتُ أُبْصِرُ نُورَهَا بعُيُونِي
كِتَابُ صِدْقٍ فَتْحُهُ علنًا جَلِيّ
لا سِرَّ فِيهِ ولا خُطَى المَجْنُونِ
يَوْمُ الوِلادَةِ بَهْجَتِي وَمَهَجَتِي
فِيهِ ابتدَأْتُ الحُلْمَ دونَ تَرَوِّي
كُلُّ اليَسَابِيعِ الوَفِيَّةِ مَوْلِدِي
وكُلُّ صُبْحٍ شَاهِدٌ لِكِيَانِي
فِي كُلِّ وَرْقَةِ عُمْرِيَ فَصْلُ الحِكَايَةِ
مَكْتُوبَةٌ بِصَبَابَتِي وَبِيَانِي
اسْمِي مَطَرْ… إنْ جَاءَ أَحْيَا يَابِسًا
وَعَبَرْتُ بِالأمَلِ القَدِيمِ مَكَانِي
مَا جِئْتُ مِنْ فَرَغٍ وَلَا مِنْ عَدَمٍ
بَلْ مِنْ جُذُورِ الصَّبْرِ وَالإيمَانِ
أَحْلَامِيَ الأُنْثَى خَجُولَةُ نَبْضِهَا
تَعْشَقُ السِّتْرَ العَفِيفَ الأَحْنَانِي
يَحْسَبُنِي بَعْضُ العُيُونِ جَرِيئَةً
وَأَنَا أُخَبِّئُ نُورِيَ الحَيَّانِي
دَرْبِي طَوِيلٌ لَا يُخَصَّرُ حَرْفُهُ
وَقَصِيدَتِي بَاقِيَةٌ بِزَمَانِي
قَدْ يَنْتَهِي وَرَقُ الدُّنَى وَحُدُودُهَا
وَتَظَلُّ حُرُوفِي دُونَ فَنَانِ
لِمَنْ أُرَوِّي الآنَ صَوْتَ حِكَايَتِي
وَمَنْ يُصَغِي لِأَنَّةِ الشُّجْنَانِ
أَمْسِي جَهُولُ الاسْمِ كُنْتُ بِوَجْهِهِمْ
وَالْيَوْمَ اسْمِي خُطَّ فَوْقَ بَيَانِي
يَوْمَ الرَّحِيلِ أُولَدُ الآتِيَةَ الْهُوَى
وَيُسَطِّرُ التَّارِيخُ فِي مِيزَانِي
أَنِّي عَشِقْتُ الحُلْمَ حَتَّى آخِرِي
وَعِشْتُ عِزَّ السَّادَةِ السُّلْطَانِ
فَيَا رُوحُ، هَلِّي، وَاكتُبِي مَا شِئْتِهِ
وَاتْرُكِي الأَثَرَ النَّقِيَّ لِثَانِي
لِتَظَلَّ ذِكْرَاكِ الجَمِيلَةُ شَاهِدًا
لِكُلِّ جِيلٍ مَرَّ بَينَ أَمَانِي
بقلم نادية التومي
My life is a path stretching across the years
Pages of a lifetime pregnant with certainty
From them I learned lessons with longing
And I went forth, seeing its light with my own eyes
A book of truth whose opening Openly and clearly
No secret in it, nor the steps of a madman
The day of my birth is my joy and my heart
On it I began the dream without hesitation
All the faithful weeks are my birth
And every morning is a witness For my being
In every page of my life, a chapter of the story
Written with my longing and my eloquence
My name is rain… If it comes, it revives the parched
And I crossed my place with ancient hope
I did not come from emptiness nor from nothingness
But from the roots of patience and faith
My feminine dreams are shy in their pulse
They cherish the chaste, tender veil
Some eyes deem me bold
While I conceal my radiant light
My path is long, its letters cannot be shortened
In my time,
The world's pages and its boundaries may end,
And my words will remain without an artist.
To whom shall I now tell the voice of my story?
And who will listen to the moan of sorrow?
I was once nameless.The name was before them
And today my name is written above my statement
On the day of departure, the coming passion is born
And history records in my scales
That I loved the dream until my last breath
And I lived O Sultan,
O spirit, come forth and write as you wish,
And leave a pure trace for posterity,
So that your beautiful memory may remain a witness
To every generation that has passed between hopes
By Nadia Toumi