ﻋﻠﻰ ﺑﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﺠﺮﺡ ﺩﮒ ﭼﻔﻚ ﺑﺴﭽﻴﻦ

ﻋﻠﻰ ﺑﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﺠﺮﺡ ﺩﮒ ﭼﻔﻚ ﺑﺴﭽﻴﻦ
ﻭﺍﻋــﺮﻑ ﺩﮔﺘﻚ ﻭﺃﻓﺘــﺢ ﺷﺮﺍﻳﻴــﻨﻲ
ﻷﻥ ﻓﻲ ﻣﺎ ﻣﻀﻰ ﻟﻠﺮﻭﺡ ﭼﻨﺖ ﺍﻟﺮﻭﺡ
ﻭﻣـﻜــﺎﻧــﻚ ﺳـﺎﺑﻘﺎً ﻣــﺎ ﺑــﻴـﻨﻲ ﻭﺑـﻴــﻨﻲ
ﺗﺄﺧﺮﺕ ﺑﻤﺠﻴﺌﻚ ﻭﻳﻨﻚ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺳﻨﻴﻦ
ﻳﺎﻟﻤـﺴﻠﺐ ﻓـﺮﺣـﺘﻲ ﺑـﺤـﺎﻟﻲ ﺧﻠﻴـﻨﻲ
ﺫﺑﻞ ﻭﺭﺩ ﺍﻟﻤﺤﻨﺔ ﻭﻣﺎﺕ ﺑﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﺸﻮﮒ
ﺗﻤﻨـﻴـﺘﻚ ﮔــﺒﻞ ﻣـﻮ ﻫﺴﺔ ﺗﻠﮕـﻴـﻨﻲ
ﺟـﻮﻋـﺎﻧﺔ ﺍﻟﺴﻨﻴﻦ ﻭﻳـﻮﻡ ﻳﺎﻛـﻞ ﻳﻮﻡ
ﻋﺼﺮﻥ ﻣﺎﻱ ﻋﻤﺮﻱ ﻭﺷﺮﺑﻦ ﺍﺳﻨﻴﻨﻲ
ﻭﺟﻔﺖ ﻭﺟﻬﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﻼﻣﺢ ﻭﺍﻟﻔﺮﺡ ﻣﻐﺘﺎﻅ
ﻭﺃﺟﺔ ﺧـﻴﻂ ﺍﻟﺼــﺒﺮ ﻳﻢ ﻧـﺎﺭ ﺳﭽـﻴﻨﻲ
ﻭﺍﻛﻞ ﻋﻴﻨﻲ ﺍﻟﺴﻬﺮ ﮔﻤﺖ ﺃﺣﻠﻢ ﺍﺣﻠﻢ ﺑﻴﻚ
ﻭﻻ ﻃـﺎﺭﺵ ﻭﺻـﻞ ﻣـﻨﻚ ﻳـﻮﺍﺳـﻴـﻨـﻲ
ﻗـﻔﻞ ﺑﺎﺑـﻪ ﺍﻟﮕـﻠﺐ ﻻ ﻻ ﺗﻤـﺮ ﺧﻄـﺎﺭ
ﻭﺍﻟـﻤﻮﮔﺪ ﻃـﻔﻰ ﻭﻧـﺎﻣـﺖ ﻓـﻨﺎﺟـﻴـﻨﻲ
ﻭﻣﺸﻴﺖ ﺑﻼﻳﺔ ﺧﻄﻮﺓ ﻭﮔﺎﻋﻲ ﺗﻨﻀﺢ ﺧﻮﻑ
ﻭﻋـﺜـﺮﺕ ﺑـﺬﻛـﺮﻳـﺎﺗـﻚ ﺑﺎﻗـﻴﺔ ﺑـﻄﻴـﻨﻲ
ﭼﻨﺖ ﻣﺜﻞ ﺍﻟﺴﻄﺢ ﻣﻜﺸﻮﻑ ﻛﻠﻲ ﻭﻳﺎﻙ
ﻇـﻨﻴــﺘـﻚ ﺳـﻤـﺔ ﻭﺗـﻔــﻬـﻢ ﻣﻀـﺎﻣـﻴـﻨﻲ
ﻭﺿﮕﺖ ﻣﺮ ﺍﻟﺤﻘﻴﻘﺔ ﺑﻜﺎﺱ ﻣﻦ ﺻﺪﻣﺎﺕ
ﻣﻦ ﺇﻳﺪﻙ ﭼﻨﺖ ﻛﻞ ﺳﺎﻋﺔ ﺗـﺮﻭﻳــﻨـﻲ
ﻭﺗﻄـﺸﺮﻧﻲ ﺍﻟﻤﺼـﻴـﺒﺔ ﻭﺃﺳﻜـﺮ ﺃﺑـﻠـﻮﺍﻙ
ﻭﺗـﻠﻤـﻠﻤـﻨﻲ ﺍﻟـﻤﺼـﺎﻳـﺐ ﻭﺃﺭﺟـﻊ ﻟﺪﻳـﻨﻲ
ﻭﮔﺒﻞ ﺻﻮﺗﻚ ﻗﻠﻢ ﻭﺍﻟﻈﻬﺮ ﺟﺎﻥ ﺍﻭﺭﺍﻕ
ﺃﻛﺘـﺒﺖ ﻓـﻮﮔـﻲ ﻗﺼﺎﻳﺪ ﻟﺴﺔ ﺗﺎﺫﻳـﻨﻲ
ﻭﻛﻠﺖ ﺧﺒﺰﻱ ﺍﻟﺴﻮﺍﻟﻒ ﺷﻔﺘﻲ ﻭﻳﺔ ﺷﻔﺎﻙ
ﻭﺑـﺲ ﻣـﻠـﺢ ﺍﻟﺴـﻮﺍﻟـﻒ ﻭﺍﮔـﻒ ﺑﻌﻴﻨﻲ
ﺃﻧﻪ ﻋﻴﻨﻲ ﺑﺼـﻴﺮﺓ ﻭﺍﻟﭽـﻔﻮﻑ ﺍﻃـﻮﺍﻝ
ﻣﺎ ﺍﺫﻝ ﻟﻠﻌـﻨﺐ ﻭﺍﺭﻓـﻊ ﻟـﻪ ﭼــﻔـﻴﻨﻲ
ﻭﺻﺢ ﺿﮕﺖ ﺍﻟﻌﻨﺐ ﺑﺲ ﻫﻮ ﻳﻨﺰﻝ ﭼﺎﻥ
ﺑﻀـﻤـﻴﺮﻙ ﻳــﺎ ﻋﻨﺐ ﻫﻢ ﮔﺘـﻠﻚ ﺍﻧﻄــﻴﻨـﻲ
ﺃﻧﻪ ﺳـﻮﺍﻟـﻒ ﻗـﺪﻳـﻤـﺔ ﻭﺣـﭽـﻴﺔ ﺍﻟﺸﻴﺎﺏ
ﻭﻳـﻤـﺮ ﻭﺟـﻬـﻚ ﺣﺪﺍﺛـﺔ ﻳﺮﻳـﺪ ﻳـﻠـﻐﻴـﻨـﻲ
ﺗﻀﺤﻜﻨﻲ ﺷﻮﻛﺖ ﻭﺍﻧﻪ ﺍﺑـﭽﻲ ﻋﻤﺮﻱ ﺍﻟﺮﺍﺡ
ﻣﺎ ﺍﻣـﺸـﻲ ﺑـﻌـﺪ ﺧـﻠـﻒ ﺍﻟـﻴـﺒـﭽـﻴـﻨـﻲ
ﺃﻧـﺬﺭﺕ ﮔﻠـﺒﻲ ﺃﺫﺑـﺤﻪ ﺑـﻴـﻮﻡ ﺍﻧـﺴـﺎﻙ ...