By: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
Your excuse was sufficient to justify what happened,
but I would like to purify my memory from the defilement of estrangement,
so that I do not stand before tables of regret, my soul emaciated,
afflicted with chronic nostalgia.
I want to forget the pain, to regain my life,
to let my poems be bathed in the light of hope,
and bow down on the banks of dreams, not on a carpet of tears,
but fluttering in a sky of longing, freedom, and beauty,
as if reborn on the lips of the morning.
