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 A  NIGHT FROM 
       THE  GRIFFON'S  NIGHTS     

                     ————————————————————————By: Salah Shwan———————
                                                                                        Translated From Kurdish
                                                                                         by:  Nahida Rafiq Hilmi                           
   

Tonight, You and I are alone
       Come, Let us talk about
              The graceful bosom of
                      The blizzard lady,
                    The cascade of sorrow
                  And the pond's silence
               Come, let us talk about the sleeping waves
               Of the broken bodies
                          Don't look at me...!
                          This cave is very dark
                          And you don't recognize me
                                     Don't look at me
                                 Even though I am the fire in your heart
                          You haven't seen me and you don't know me
                            When is Ash aware of the fire in its heart
                                                  How it burns!?
                                    When is earth aware of volcano
                                     Until it erupts!?
                Listen to me...!
       Tonight, You and I are alone
             Come, Let us not talk about anything
                  Nor think of anybody
                       When can tall rapids and cold grief's,
                            From their own sound and silence
                                  Understand our chat?!
                                 This fence is very thick
                               Both its sides are hell...!
                              So why should we exchange places
                            With anybody else?
                                    We are burning by the sun
                                           And they are burning themselves
                                                                 For the sun
                                                                     

       Tonight... the world in my hand
              Is a paste fermented
                    And no matter how I knead it,
                         It is not enough in my mind's furnace
                             But, for one beard
       know not which of my desires' fish I should feed!?
                             Listen to me...!
                       When I am alone
                Zews's Eagles rush upon me
       And they eat my desires heart
                       
Tonight is third night I am alone
          Alone and I can hear the footsteps
                 Of my imprisoned heart
                       In the next room
              Three nights until the morning
         Going back and forth, back and forth,
                               Awaiting
          If the moon, tonight, comes all naked
                 To go and embrace it and
                         To bring a single hair from her loose braid,
                               To tie up times' speckled dragon's limps
                                                               
   Listen to me...!
          Tonight, my heart is a pool, an ocean
                     Stretching over this Earth's body
                  And is undulating,

              Awaiting the upraise of souls'  flood
            And it is restless
              Tonight my head is a pond
                        And only a still pond knows
                                How little fishes breed in its womb
                          Don't believe in running water
                           Only silent ponds know how to cuddle
                             Tall rapids and take them back
                               To the small bosom of the honey-eyed springs
                                                               
          Tonight, you and I are all alone
                           Come, let me tell you about the nights of snow,
                           The moon and my infatuation
                                         Every night, when I abandon
                                         You are graceful in a black coat
                                         And you mix with my bleak respiration
                                      And you disappear in the raining nights
                                   Of all Baghdad's streets
                               You are avoiding my passitions yellow light
                           When I reach you:
                                       Rain falls and goes calm
                                                   And it will no wash you again
                                                   And my heart:
                        Is flame, passion of god's given years of loneliness
                                                          And in the summer:
                                             It makes love with plum snow nymph
                                                        My water is a fire-adorer
                                                  It pitches up its tent in the deserts
                                                                               

                                        Because Griffon:
                                               The hotter fire dances
                                               Upon its dry nest's tinder
                                               The slower it rises,
                                                            It flaps its wings rapidly
                                                And embraces the fire's body
                                  The Griffon, builds up its nest from
                                                  Hell's tree branches
                                         When it is kindled,
                                 It is not abated,
                        And can not find the gem of the queen's necklace
                                               Until, it is washed again by the rain
                   Listen to me, today the world is a cave
                                 Neither fear's Doves are picking up in it
                                 Nor the spider can weave its'  door
                                                     
                           Come, be with me tonight
                                Without this cave, the lighting will strike me
                                     Because the sun;
                                         As long as its beams so shine in my eyes
                                             And I could not hide it
                                           Whatever water I hurdle,
                                       Will run into a palm full of ash
                       Come, comprehend me tonight
                            How in the Griffon's heart
                                 Oceans'  color :
                                                      Is the blue of the sky's eyes
                                               Its jewels are stars tamed by waves
                                      However bubble of this
                                          Rain festival
                                            Inside it self is;
                                                A single bead of a universe
                                                    When it blows up
                                           It makes an end
                               And put the necklace
                 Around the neck of the orbit's mistress out of order
                                     Only Griffon can find it
                                                    

So listen to the stars chirping to know;
 How they are complaining about their imprisonment
by the missing link in the milky way
 Not every one is a Griffon
 To rest patiently In the sun's flame
 And not be burnt
 We are burning by the sun
 And they burn
 Themselves
 For the
  Sun