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نَحْنُ الخَيَالُ.

We got lost in the middle,
          neither returning to who we were,
          nor moving forward
          as we intended.
          I write so I don't forget,
          and I forget so I can go on,
          and between memory and oblivion
          stands a shadow
          that looks a lot like me,
          waiting at the door,
          never stepping in.

عَزِيزَتِي لَيْلَى،
          مَاذَا أَفْعَلُ
          بِكُلِّ هَذَا الشَّوْقِ الَّذِي لاَ يَنَامُ؟
          وَكَيْفَ أَقْنِعُ قَلْبِي
          أَنَّ الخَائِبِينَ لاَ يَعُودُونَ،
          وَأَنَّ الأَمَسَ
          قَدْ مَضَى وَانْتَهَى،
          وَنَحْنُ هُنَا
          مَازِلْنَا نَنْتَظِرُ غَداً
          لاَ يَأْتِي؟

أَيَا مُسَافِرُ.