The House of Arab Poetry, managed by poet Sameh Mahjoub, is preparing to launch the second session of the House of Arab Poetry Forum for the New Text, during the days of May 2 and 3, as part of completing the experience that achieved a remarkable presence in the cultural scene during its first session.
The first tremor of the heart… by Iman Khattab
You laughed, the wink in your cheeks forming.
My heart was shaken, not knowing what it would find
And the silence between me and Hassan is a song
It guides the heart when the revelation is alone
O inhabitant of the soul, what is the pulse asking me:
Was your whisper a dream, or was it an eternity?
I have a smile from you that carries me
Like a rose in the cheeks that stands out
The beating of my heart when he passes makes me feel embarrassed for his embrace, like the full moon of his night that returns.
I become lost in the evening and become lost in his eyes
It is as if every region has a country in itself!!
I saw him, and love woke up waiting
And the heart is crowded in the presence of longing
I have never tasted passion, I have never been pleased with it
And no one has harmed my heart
Except for your face, when its features are visible
Happiness prevailed, and worry and sadness disappeared
As if I were a child in love, distracted
And between your palms, goodness and prosperity play
The Beloved’s name is a sparkle that does not go out
As if his smile between time was tomorrow!
He walks beside me, and my heart is trembling
And he does not stop dancing for our God
The body
He rejects the connection, the longings, and the hope extended from me, and forgets me and turns away.
The pulse is beating, impatient to carry me
My longings are only known to anguish
I fear for him because of the world and what it has done
My heart is upon him, and that love trembles
If he knew how much he melted me in love
Or is my soul burning with longing?!
O you who drowned in love, that is my hand
Be my lover… for you are the hand of my heart
Iman Khattab
