أتظن بي..غير ظني…؟

أتظن أن القلب يغفو عن هواك ؟ والعين تلحظ غير لحظك بالورى ؟ ففؤادي قبلك لم يكن سوى هواء و بقربك قد ارتوى وما لغيرك قد هوى أنت الذي تحدثني به روحي و ما لي أرض ألوذ بها سواك ولا سما ! ألم تر كم شغل الفؤاد بك و ما نسى؟ وكم صار نبض القلب بهمسك ناطقا ؟ بحروف خطبك كما النبع مترقرقا ؟ فأنا أراك في الليالي قمر ضوى و أرى النجوم شواهد من حولنا و عند انبلاج الصبح نديا ومناديا للشمس من خلف الشفق آن اللقاء و أراك بين شعاعها دانية بثوبها حيية ترمي بدفء وحنان بلحظها وكم أنتظر اشراقة لمحياك هي الدوا لقلبي الذي أعياه ظنك وما شكى بل ظل ينبض و الجوارح تكتوي وما لهواك بعد مدى و لا منتهى ! أنا إن بعدت علي دروبك بالنوى فلن تغيبني عنك.حوادث وما جرى ! فإن كان للزرع حياة دون ماء وريا أو أن للطفل دون أمه أي تدلل ! ذاك الذي أظنه فيك دون الورى وذاك هو حالي بدونك يا منيتي!
Do you think of me..other than my thought…? Do you think that the heart sleeps from your love? And the eye notices other than you in the world? My heart before you was nothing but air And near you it has been quenched and has not fallen for anyone but you You are the one my soul speaks to me with and I have no land to take refuge in other than you nor a sky! Haven’t you seen how much the heart has been occupied with you and has not forgotten? And how much the heartbeat has become, in your whisper, speaking? With the letters of your sermon, like a gushing spring? So I see you in the nights as a shining moon And I see the stars as witnesses around us And at dawn, dewy and calling To the sun from behind the twilight, it is time to meet And I see you between its rays, approaching in its garment Alive, throwing warmth and tenderness with its glance And how much I await the radiance of your face, it is the medicine For my heart that was exhausted by your suspicion and did not complain Rather, it continued to beat and its limbs were burned And your love has no limit or end! If your paths are far from me with separation You will not make me disappear from you. Incidents and what happened! If the plant has life without water and irrigation Or if the child has any pampering without his mother! That is what I think of you without people And that is my state without you, my wish!

للكاتب والأديب الشاعر د./ زين العابدين فتح الله