Summer of Lock-in Lit: Poems from ‘Sparrows Are Not a Breed of Wind’

Then, sitting on a heap of stones, I opened the book I was holding and started to read the poems within, written by the Iraqi poet Adhab al-Rikaby, who was also a guest at the forum. The haiku poem, as al-Rikaby says, is a poem that does not lean on the rhythm of nature only to be immortal, but to be a life, a joy and a dream. me and the bee.. Huda Fakhreddine
Essays in our stay-at-home series
Hisham Bustani’s ‘Eyes without a Face, or: Waiting with Billy Idol in Jordan’
Cartoons in our stay-at-home series
Popeye & Curly
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،يُثمرُ ربيعاً
،يُنهي أحلامَهُ صيفٌ
،بلا سلامٍ
يتركُ كرسيَّ السلطةِ
Winter yields a Spring
Spring’s dreams are ruined by
Summer. We enjoyed the poem… This was his third collection of haiku (Sparrows are not a Breed of Wind), and what other genre of poetry should you read amidst the hospitality of nature? And the branch envies
the sparrow
for its wandering
and freedom
  ترى الزهرةُ نفسَها
  ،ملكة ً
يرى الجبلُ نفسَهُ
يرى العصفورُ نفسَهُ
..العاشقُ نفسَهُ
  !!كلَّ هؤلاءِ
The flower fancies itself
a queen,
The mountain fancies itself
an emperor,
The sparrow fancies itself
a musician,
And the lover fancies himself
all of these!  
العصافيرِ والبلابلِ
على أنَّ صداقة َ
Sparrows and bulbuls
agree that
friendly storms
are a lie… and
an illusion
العصفورُ الوحيد
غصنَ الشجرةِ
على استقرارهِ
ويحسدُ الغصنُ
على أسفارهِ
The lonely sparrow envies
the branch of the tree
its stability. After dawn on my first day, I walked out, barefoot, on dew-wet grass, chasing the sunrise. Mustafa Adam
Belal Fadl’s 2007 satire “Into the Tunnel,” tr. Her short-story collection   Final Night   was translated to English by Denys Johnson-Davies.   ..  
  لا يثيرُ
خريرُ الماءِ
أيَّ إحساسٍ
!شجرة ُ الصفصاف
The murmur of water
stirs no feeling
inside the willow tree
  كتابُ المطرِ
ما تُفكّرُ
  !!في قراءتهِ
The Book of Rain
is the last thing
a desert would think
to read
بعيدِ ميلادهِ
يُوّزعُ الشتاءُ
أثوابَ الثلجِ
To celebrate
its birthday
Winter gives away
free garments
of snow
and rain
،بعودتهِ إلى الحياةِ
يُقدّمُ الصّيفُ
..الماءَ العذبَ
And celebrating its rebirth
Summer offers visitors
sweet water… Summer of Lock-in Lit: Poems from ‘Sparrows Are Not a Breed of Wind’

“The lonely sparrow,” Adhab al-Rikaby writes, “envies   the branch of the tree”:
By Buthaina Al Nasiri
What attracted me to these poems? Nariman Youssef
Poems in our stay-at-home series
Ghareeb Iskander’s ‘A Letter to Adil’, translated by Hassan Abdulrazzaq
4 Poems by Jan Dost, translated by Mey Dost
Issa Hassan Al-Yasiri’s ‘A Primitive Prayer for Uruk,’ translated by Ghareeb Iskander, with thanks to Hassan Abdulrazzak
‘A Street in the Pandemic’ & Other Poems by Jawdat Fakhreddine, tr. #
Adhab Al Rikaby is an Iraqi poet and literary critic who lives in Alexandria, Egypt. At the Arab Narration Forum, which was held in the fall of 2017 by the Sharjah Ministry of Culture in Luxor, Egypt, my hotel room overlooked a huge garden that extended to the river that separates the city’s east side from its west. #
Short stories in our stay-at-home series:
Tareq Emam’s ‘The Tale of the Woman with One Eye,’   translated by Katherine Van de Vate
Zakaria Tamer’s ‘The Flower,’ tr. Buthaina Al Nasiri is an Iraqi author who has lived in Cairo since 1979. On a windy day,
flowers see no need
to win a strong storm’s favor. Adil Babikir
‘Eyes Shut’ by Rami Tawil, tr. Well, let me see: the sun, the sparrows, the dew, and of course the bees. Karim Zidan
Ali el-Makk’s ‘Forty-One Minarets’,   tr. From ‘Sparrows Are Not a Breed of Wind’
Poems by Adhab Al -Rikaby
Translated from Arabic by Buthaina Al Nasiri
والعنادلُ والعصافيرُ
عن حضورِ
ميلادٍ زهرةِ البنفسجِ
The dew apologizes
for not attending
the birth of the violet
as do nightingales and sparrows   … The first joy that overwhelmed me that day, was reading the poem below, where the dew apologizes. but not
the bee! Nashwa Gowanlock
Bushra Fadil’s ‘Phosphorus at the Bottom of a Well.’   tr. Summer, without farewell
cedes authority
to Autumn
،قدومَ الربيعِ
من وجهِ الشتاءِ
The sparrow divines
the advent of Spring
from a sallow-faced Winter
لا ترى
العصافيرُ ضرورة ً
لمديح الحريةِ
،في نهارٍ عاصفٍ
لا ترى
الأزهارُ ضرورة ً
لكسبِ ودِّ عاصفةٍ
لا ترى
الصحراءُ ضرورة ً
!على رسائلِ المطر
Sparrows see no need
to cheer freedom. I read the poem in an audible voice to a bee that was buzzing around me, then flying to land on the leaves of a tree. He is considered a pioneer of Arabic haiku. Marilyn Hacker
Lock-in Limited Release: Naguib Mahfouz’s ‘The Man in the Picture’, tr. but not the bee! And the desert sees no need
to answer the messages of rain!