How many times I complain when your abundance hurt me.
When you went beyond the seas and left me alone in the house.
Expressing my concerns and worries to the sky, working as a housewife,
inviting your sons and grandsons and frying the eggplants.

SIR, you have made my cheeks stores for the memories.
After you whispered to me of promises.

My SIR, who is carrying heavy concerns and worries.
My concerns become heavy and your concerns become estrangement and insanity.
When the miller and the owner of the mill become the directors of the arts,
and employ the illiterate minister of affairs in the state of fleas,
plagues and antisocial behaviours.
Also they broke all the laws, which were replaced by the plates,
and in spite of their illiteracies they claimed that they are the Disciples of
Christ, Socrates and Plato.

, كم اشتكيت

,وبهجرك اكتويت

,حين ذهبت بعد البحار وتركتني وحيدة بالبيت

,اشكو همي للسماء واعمل كربت بيت

,ارعي اولادك واحفادك واقلي الباذنجان بالزيت

,سيدي لقد جعلت من خدودي صهاريج الذكريات

.بعد أن وشيتلى بالأمنيات

,سيدي ايها السيد المثقل بالهموم همي هم وهمك جفاء وجنون

,عندما اصبح صاحب الطاحون مديرا للفنون

ووظف الجاهل وزيرا للشئون في دولة اللاماعون والقمل والطاعون

.فقد كسـروا القوانيين واستبدلوها بالصحون

. وزعموا رغم جهلهم بأنهم تلاميذ سيدنا المسيح وسقراط وافلاطون

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