A LONE SPARROW, an e-collection of 50 haiku, with translation into Arabic
https://www.calameo.com/books/0035528310acd5f93da63
1
a lone sparrow
atop the naked branch
viewing sunset
2
wiping his face
under the umbrella
an old man with books
3
morning glory
fading in a few hours—
splendors of day-star
4
a dew drop
on the edge of the leaf—
the wind shakes
5
a sleeping snake
curled between the eggs—
layers of leaves
6
crowded streets
moving among the years
wretched faces
7
smell a snake
in the wet grass—
her smile
8
they come together
as themselves within themselves—
love’s silence
9
in silence
one with the divine will
growing within
10
withdrawn within
sensing infinity
an island
11
prayer book
covering the glass—
his last drink
12
mist in the eyes
her back on the chair—
a wry smile
13
a mosque’s dome
lower than mobile towers:
weaker God’s signals
14
a soldier
fighting the war
night inside
15
night bombing
oleander garden
white as death
16
pigeons fly
for shelter through smoke
blazing windows
17
on the terrace
facing the sun
an empty chair
18
her lonely grief
melts in the candle wax
evening’s dark floor
19
in the diary
searching phone numbers of
friends now alive
20
unable to change time
my watch doesn’t move
moment at will
21
measures loneliness
sip by sip
at dining table
22
a dead leaf hangs
by a spider’s thread
invisible in sun
23
cleaning the remains
of burnt out earthen lamps—
dusky temple yard
24
moon energy
fills up the inner space—
call to wake up
25
making lemon tea
and warm buttery toast—
birds singing outside
26
hitching up the skirt
she fills her pockets with
unripe mangoes
27
on a cycle
he sells bouquets and roses
peddling dreams
28
float over the hill
the autumn circle of smoke—
her long hair streaming
29
candling in vein
leave marks of teeth on her neck
utter holiness
30
after cleaning
the maid leaves behind
an oily smell
31
she hides the mirror
with rose and lipstick
and keeps her fiction
32
bedside—
our night clothes
await washing
33
a crescent
in the western horizon—
missing the moon
34
after the party
empty chairs in the lawn—
new moon and I
35
is there a release
from unloving life day by day
breathing heartless air?
36
aged sensations
lord over memory:
deeper sorrows
37
a load of wood
on her frail back
autumn evening
38
the lone mushroom—
a pregnant woman
stares out of the window
39
ripe on the branches
mangoes fall one by one
end of the season
40
drowsy eyes
sun behind the clouds
dreams wrapped up
41
a little toddler
with her fey appearance:
a woodland sprite
42
painting mom’s smile
with broken crayons—
smiling Winny
43
winter holidays—
my son chases butterflies
flower to flower
44
a cloud eagle
curves to the haze
in the west
45
sea waves
roll from far away
white peaks
46
travelling back
from the waves of bliss
a foam-leap
47
the mirror is so small
I can’t see the ocean
beyond my own look
48
I know roaring waves
I live through silence of shore:
the sea grows in me
49
making holes
in the wooden cross
white ants
50
sky’s dark patches—
I live with earth’s rhythm
liberation
Translated into Arabic by Boubaker Rouagha
Edited by Mahmoud Al-Rajabi
Published by Haiku From All the World, March 2021
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