Poem- Beauty of Ayes

Beauty of Ayes
Mohammed Rahul (Algeria)


Speak, speak, in the eyes of the hoopoe.
Beauty is a sight.

It awakens the mind of the dash, and it attracts.

It left lovers in pain and seeking help.

It comes close and then moves away.

It stays by her side, and she comes to me.

The frozen sea enters above her.

Covered and frozen.

We fold, we triple, we square, we swell.

We describe kohl for eyes that stay awake late.

Without kohl, a garland.

Nauseating, twisting, twisting.

You swear you see her, she flinches and turns.

You delight and spin.

You cling to her and love to stay.

The sensation is exquisite, a sight.

Remember, you are a witness.

The wolf was raised in it and endured.

People separated from virginity.

Its fire is burning.
Tell me, God, is it getting cold?

The embers of the fire are burning.
It burns and bears witness.
Hebeb Hebo Tul Umar

Speak, speak, and bring news

*Collected from the poet by Md Ejaj Ahamed*