“Before my last exhale,
Before the curtain falls,
Before the last flower wilts,
I intend to live fully,
I intend to love without inhibition,
I intend to be.
In this cruel world,
In this era steeped in hatred and grudge,
In this age filled with disasters,
I want to be in the presence of those who need me,
Whom I need,
Who are worthy of reverence?
So that I can discover,
Be mesmerized,
And understand anew,
All that I am,
All that I can be,
All that I want to be.
So that the days don’t pass me by in meaningless void,
The hours become alive,
And the moments gain significance.
When I laugh,
When I cry,
When I am silent,
I am journeying towards you,
Towards myself,
Towards the divine.
For it is an unknown path,
Full of thorns,
And ebbs and flows.
A path that upon taking,
Upon which I have already stepped foot,
There is no return,
Until I have seen the blossoming of the flowers,
Until I have heard the rivers roar,
Until I have been awed by the beauty of life.
Now death can find me,
Now I can carry on with the journey,
Now I can say that I have lived.”
― سکوت سرشار از ناگفتههاست
Before the curtain falls,
Before the last flower wilts,
I intend to live fully,
I intend to love without inhibition,
I intend to be.
In this cruel world,
In this era steeped in hatred and grudge,
In this age filled with disasters,
I want to be in the presence of those who need me,
Whom I need,
Who are worthy of reverence?
So that I can discover,
Be mesmerized,
And understand anew,
All that I am,
All that I can be,
All that I want to be.
So that the days don’t pass me by in meaningless void,
The hours become alive,
And the moments gain significance.
When I laugh,
When I cry,
When I am silent,
I am journeying towards you,
Towards myself,
Towards the divine.
For it is an unknown path,
Full of thorns,
And ebbs and flows.
A path that upon taking,
Upon which I have already stepped foot,
There is no return,
Until I have seen the blossoming of the flowers,
Until I have heard the rivers roar,
Until I have been awed by the beauty of life.
Now death can find me,
Now I can carry on with the journey,
Now I can say that I have lived.”
― سکوت سرشار از ناگفتههاست
“كيف تنظر في عيني امرأة..
أنت تعرف أنك لا تستطيع حمايتها؟
كيف تصبح فارسها في الغرام؟
كيف ترجو غدًا.. لوليد ينام
-كيف تحلم أو تتغنى بمستقبلٍ لغلام
وهو يكبر -بين يديك- بقلب مُنكَّس؟”
― لا تصالح
أنت تعرف أنك لا تستطيع حمايتها؟
كيف تصبح فارسها في الغرام؟
كيف ترجو غدًا.. لوليد ينام
-كيف تحلم أو تتغنى بمستقبلٍ لغلام
وهو يكبر -بين يديك- بقلب مُنكَّس؟”
― لا تصالح
“و ينزل المطر
و يرحل المطر
و ينزل المطر
و يرحل المطر
و القلب يا حبيبي
مازال... ينتظر”
― أمل دنقل: الأعمال الكاملة
و يرحل المطر
و ينزل المطر
و يرحل المطر
و القلب يا حبيبي
مازال... ينتظر”
― أمل دنقل: الأعمال الكاملة
“The wind sings of our nostalgia
and the starry sky ignores our dreams.
Each snow flake is a tear that fails to trickle
Silence is full of the unspoken,
of deeds not performed,
of confessions to secret love,
and of wonders not expressed.
Our truth is hidden in our silence,
Yours and mine.”
―
and the starry sky ignores our dreams.
Each snow flake is a tear that fails to trickle
Silence is full of the unspoken,
of deeds not performed,
of confessions to secret love,
and of wonders not expressed.
Our truth is hidden in our silence,
Yours and mine.”
―
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