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Album : The white sheet (Tawṛiqt tacebḥant) [ENG]
From the beginning to the end
(Tagara n tezwert) The words come out simply Then they are ordered Finding their place among their brothers Waiting for the song to transport them One does not dwell on them Another learns them Yet another understands them At last they irritate those who don’t understand at all The white sheet remains frozen As anyone knows who has had to deal with it How to get out the words Even if we are in constant movement The pen does not move The hand is restrained by reason And he who is finally given deliverance Gifts this to those it will irritate Let the water run its course Life is so short Observe those who can benefit from it Who say that we only die once Let those who do nothing but wait In the belief they will alleviate their plight imploring Let those who do nothing but dream Perhaps they will have their revenge in paradise Even if we are afraid of conflict We know it will not spare us Everyone says it is bad Even if he makes it his companion We have our share of conflict One cannot escape When we will believe it has been defeated Anger will always be reborn Leave, return, what difference is there Troubles travel with us When we seek a cure for a calamity Another appears just as quickly Profit has become synonymous with trouble Poverty breeds jealousy Troubles and wealth fatten the waters Rivers that carry with them those who stumble Even if your heart yearns and challenges We have no power in our hands Even if it wants to do nothing but good And it could make it happen Troubles will not spare us Let us hope they will fade with time Perhaps we can rid ourselves of some And learn to live with the others Zixi England 22.12.2010 |
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Conflict
(Amenuγ) On the dawn of the first Day of life Out of the sea springs a fish And it found itself in front of the sun And everything belonged to him But his brother appears He pushes him aside and knocks him down And destroys him before he was able to shout I do not know why But This is the day the conflict began Man contemplated And was impressed by what he saw He wondered to himself From whence he came and to whence he went So in order to concur with his consciousness And be able to face the next day He raised his eyes towards the sky And he says: I shall do according to your will I do not know why But This is the day the conflict began A country raised itself against the other one And it says: I want to get bigger You will give me your lands One way or another You cannot defend yourself I will destroy you to the very foundations I need your territory And I know how to build I do not know why But This is the day the conflict began They are searching for the key Of a door which they have not found yet Wondering if the spring will be gentle While they fall numbed by the winter’s frosts Some people say that they plan for the distant future And each sees what he wants to see But between them harmony became clouded I do not know why But This is the day the conflict began As soon as the father opened his mouth The son got up to obey But his teacher refrained him Saying to him: Return to where you were Say in the impertinent tone of the father: Things do not work anymore, so When you want to send to me wherever it is Ask me if I agree or not I do not know why But This is the day the conflict began Brothers shared an inheritance Each had an equally beautiful part But the elder brother raised himself up Against the second born, younger child I am greater than you by age And it is worth more of the prize I exceed you in knowledge I deserve a bigger part I do not know why But This is the day the conflict began When the world will have emptied Of all which populated the earth The dawn will not appear any more And life will come to an end All which was will not be any more As if it had never existed When the last one collapses He will exclaim: Against whom shall I pour my hatred I do not know why But This is the day the conflict will end Zixi England 19.12.2010 |
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The White Sheet...
(Tawṛiqt tacebḥant) I awoke early in the morning, And decided to write A virgin page awaited me What was I going to tell her? I was afraid of committing myself to her And that my intellect wouldn’t honour this meeting Perhaps she wishes herself a tree To lean against. The white page remains frozen The ink doesn’t want to blacken her. How can I describe A present that denies its past How can I describe A present denied in the past By midday I picked up my pencil again I scrutinised the sheet of paper and the guitar Was I going to write, to compose? But the strings did not want to vibrate To my hoped for melody The walls reverberated To the echo of my old songs The white page remains frozen The ink doesn’t want to blacken her. How can you express yourself When the sad pencil cries And on the once melodious guitar The strings vibrate with sad tears, crying That evening I returned To the same blank sheet awaiting me I looked in vain But the words abandoned me I called to them with my guitar But they spurned me The night dwelt on me A night announcing the long day before The white page remains frozen The ink doesn’t want to blacken her.. Why should I stay awake When the words no longer speak to me I struggle for that which carries me to sleep The words go against my reason But I believe I finally understand Why the situation is confused As soon as I want to write My reason scours the countryside Pulled by agonies Feeling something which it missed How to bear the pain of sick knowledge One of the fingers of the hand? The white page remains frozen The ink doesn’t want to blacken her. Deceived by time The words have deserted their meaning Time is deceptive So let us wait for better days I was going to go out, resigned That reason continued to ignore me But I turned again To contemplate this virgin page And I found arranged on it the words Of all that I have just described Resembling swallows Perched on a wire The white page is entwined Blackened by the ink When we do not know how to speak The poem makes us remember When we start to forget The poem will awaken us. Zixi England 18.12.2010 |
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