The sole hymn of the world

Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi

Poem ‘The Sole Hymn of the World’

Mustafa Al-Sumaidi
Mustafa Al-Sumaidi
Ilustração artística e surreal de uma mão segurando uma caneta de luz estelar, escrevendo com tinta cósmica brilhante que forma pequenas galáxias e constelações em um fundo de espaço sideral.
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This night unfolds a page
primed for a cosmic thought.
A pen I wanted,
and I asked myself:
what kind of pen
would glint with rare sparks
upon the brow of the dark?

At the furthest reaches of space,
the unseen unveiled a star
in full radiance
I lulled it there—
in that high realm,
until it drew near and hung suspended.

I melted it into an inkwell,
arrayed with the crescents
of years gone by,
and seemed as if I hold a galaxy—
a celestial orbit to which I belong.

Something now glimmers
upon the nib of the pen,
as if dribbling from the vein of nebula
a new-born alphabet,
unimagined by any language,
weaving itself into boundless metaphors
for a text inscribed with heaven’s adornments.

As dawn I emerged.
The gloom of night lifted,
destined to fade away.

I folded the star’s orbit
after I contained the infinite expanse
within the sole hymn of the world,
leaving to the yet-to-come nights
the imprint of my fingers,
charred by the will of light.

Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi

O Hino Único do Mundo

Esta noite desdobra uma página
pronta para um pensamento cósmico.
Eu queria uma pena,
e perguntei a mim mesmo:
que tipo de pena
brilharia com faíscas raras
sobre a fronte da escuridão?

Nos confins do espaço,
o invisível revelou uma estrela
em pleno esplendor;
eu a ninintei ali —
naquele reino elevado,
até que ela se aproximasse e ficasse suspensa.

Eu a fundi num tinteiro,
ornamentado com as luas crescentes
de anos passados,
e senti como se segurasse uma galáxia —
uma órbita celestial à qual pertenço.

Algo agora cintila
na ponta da pena,
como se escorresse da veia de uma nebulosa
um alfabeto recém-nascido,
não imaginado por língua alguma,
tecendo-se em metáforas sem fim
para um texto inscrito com os adornos do céu.

Como a aurora, eu emergi.
A penumbra da noite se dissipou,
destinada a desaparecer.

Dobrei a órbita da estrela
após conter a extensão infinita
no hino único do mundo,
deixando para as noites por vir
a marca dos meus dedos,
abrasados ​​pela vontade da luz.

Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi

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Nature within

Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi

Poem ‘Nature within’

Mustafa Al-Sumaidi
Mustafa Al-Sumaidi
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Nature an absolute whole
It lingers in all things
The visible breathes
so does the invisible

Stones hold pre-sound hymns
held in stillness
Winds break as lost language
half-shaped, half-gone

We do not only watch
Something watches through us

Roots reach into the hidden
stars pulse at the distant edge
No clear looking—
only the folding of space
between what is
and what we might be

Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi

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Food strike

Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi: Poem ‘Food strike’

Mustafa Al-Sumaidi
Mustafa Al-Sumaidi
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“Why strike against me, food?”
Such was my stunned question,
as it whispered to me not to eat it.

​All of a sudden,
I swallowed hard, my throat dry,
from the sting of a mere half-day’s hunger,
while in a silent soliloquy:
“Ah, I understand you now.”

​A crowd of hollow-faced shadows,
bellies bound with stones,
and the long-starved,
rose before my tear-filled eyes.

A hunger strike neither nourishes
nor satisfies.
It will not save a starving soul
that has endured for months.

​I finished my meal absentmindedly,
as if to breathe a prayer:
If only it could be digested
in someone else’s stomach.

Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi

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