BY: KHAMIS QALAM TRANSLATED BY: MUNA YAHYA AL BATTASHI



















Like my days, I walk meaninglessly






















Unashamed of the next to come




















Nor regret the past



























Ruin is my memory
























Vampire, I am






























Descendant of the gods of war

















The loss































The torment





























Graves are my home





















Under their sand is my throne

























Skulls and bones are my medals

































Locust is my army
























Unleashing it into the greenness of days





















Ravens are my messengers
























My legacy is ash and revenge























In the fi re, in the cyclone





























In the delicious grapes
























In the iron





























And in everything























My tyranny lurks


























Penetrating the layers of time
























I snatch whoever I desire
















With my claws




















And I never sleep




































A sky couldn’t bear its meaning





























So it came to me





































To plant in the hearts of mothers

































The heavy qualms of night














































Or to harvest the dreams’ misfortune















































From their children













































































And here I come to you







































You’re my arrows’ prey






































And I






































I’m the bow of destiny












































From me, there’s no escape











































Alone, I extorted












































With my tyranny
















































A handful of soil











































From this cowardly earth



































To be fl esh










































Upon its shoulders



















































Man is its canine

































































Oh wearers of shrouds














































How proud I am that

























































I deluded you from your hunger





















































Your ignorance













































































Your fear


















































Your grief






























































I walked you through the gate of doom






















































Thus, seek for yourselves

























































A fake immortality



























































In your departing names and things










































































With me, darkness is your destiny


















































































































































Now, here I kneel, crying






































































Alone, Before God







































































































“O God Almighty



























































































I have completed my mission



































































But











































































All I those I made absent on earth





































































































They are present here



































































Their eyes towards me, hyenas

















































O God Almighty



















































































They have returned


































































Here I’m slaughtered










































































































Between the hell of sinfulness and Paradise
































































Those I made absent are present here



























































































And I












































































I’m the absence



















































































































I’m the A B S E N C E