The noise of salvation

Narzine Bani Hashem

I wonder who we are?

Is it me?

And you?

who are we ?

Are we still the same planting

Did we come from the same seeds?

Why did we disagree?

And why did we move away?

We lost the compass and the link.

We no longer use the same sentence

We no longer mean the same terms

The uterus that carried the pregnancy for nine months ruptured

He gave birth, breastfed, and sang sleepless nights

Songs for a homeland whose sun has not yet risen

And his moon calls from afar with the sound of bullets

Oh man, who are you?

I still have those same bones

And the same vein?

Oh man, where are you?

Is there a box in you?

It contains that tender essence?

Oh man, when will you come back?

And when does dawn come after sunset?

We were lost in doubts and doubts

We were filled with bitterness and behavior was lost

Lightweight butterflies

Or wishes we flirt with hearts

We give this sweet night

The other is tears of joy and sadness.

O human,

Your melodies are no longer in harmony

O coming temple

 From raw clay

I became your atoms

Scattered under rubble

The voices are calling you

Oh pile of flesh and bones

Are there no more rings in your heart?

Or even a tremor or a shower of faith?

O dead living dead mortal

You got dust and spiders nest

And what sound can wake you up?

And the choirs sing and the trumpets call

O human,

Where is that oud singing a dream?

And the melodies of Qais’ love for the guillotine of the nights,

We only heard from you the trumpet of David

And human goblins and jinn demons

O man, stop your offspring

The alarm bell has sounded,

And he issued a vow of death

It is too late to recover

Will Hani’s death bring relief to hearts?

Expressive green and white mourning

To whom do we pray for forgiveness?

And to whom do we pray for guidance and faith?

Religions mixed with people

And the tongues extended their ears

With conversations and sermons from travel

Ibn Adam mixed the calligraphy

And the opposite of what is forbidden is what is permissible

And what is permissible in what is forbidden

The masters changed the position of the qibla

To glasses of wine and wine

O cursed human being,

Is it enough for you to plant male breasts?

The boys danced in heels

And the dress and red lips?

O human,

Our souls shook, and our souls were shaken,

And reality brought us together in final terror

We have no escape from the acrid smoke

O fate, carry us to you

A beautiful lamb worthy of legends

Our destiny was written from eternity

They have become the walls of our homes

From the flesh of martyred boys

The smell of musk calls from them

And the call rots in the blood of the nobles

O human,

Where are you from us? 

Where are we from you?

Is our kinship still uniting us?

And the breakfast table and Bilal’s call to prayer

Or the grandson of Mary and the son of Jesus

Or the grandson of Solomon or Jacob

Who are you ?

O human,

The call became gray remains

And we remained in the warmth of the crematorium

And we walked into our funerals alive

We bear our great punishment

Of that and this hammer

Our new is bloody and our old is in pieces

Our rays and sun shine

She stays in a hibernation lodge

We are the sadness of yesterday and the tears of the future

We nourish the genes of pride and stability

In the invasion of the moon at the beginning of the night

And we run silently in the shadow of the stars

And the harvest of war

Earthworms fight over it

And the poem dances in us

From the gaps of noise

No quiet corner, no quiet corner

Contain us to soften the expressions

And the meanings have not arrived yet

And the features of my words became pale

And the ringtone of my alphabet was formed

The rhyme and sounds committed suicide

The line falls silent and the comma calls out,

My poem is modern to the ear of whoever hears it

But he leads him like a blind man, feeling the tunes

A tone that is yearning and harsh, like a deadly storm

Sometimes he draws near and the idol softens for kisses

And the enormous surf of love occupies it

Rhyme announces meanings through sounds

A poem that was unknown for a while

So you are freed from the filter of prose and woes

And from all the rest of the traditional pillars

Dreams seep through the veins of meditation

And it appears between you and me in a remote space

I resigned from my equipment for a temporary period

And free the chest of my crucified heart

On the second and hour hands

So fall from my white clouds

I beg for mercy with my heartbeat

Climb the stairs of my arteries

I roam corners at night like roads

Take a look at my joy room

And he laughed with a sigh of sadness in the hallways

Rahila smiled in the hallway of memories

Then I reach a balcony overlooking my country

So I weep for him with anguish, like an orphan who fled and is caught

His mother's jilbab was crying for her help, so she slapped him

My ice melted and my fire glowed

And the passion danced in my chest like prayers

My thought prostrates and kneels to him as if it were

My thought prostrates and kneels to him as if it were a belief

When revolutionary blood engulfs you

And those genes wear on you

You and anger become coherent

As a rock that witnessed legends of life.

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Setu, January 2024