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كسرتُ صمتي

حين بان الحزنُ
على وجهك ظاهرًا،
وبتَّ تعيش
لحظاتِ الزمن القاهر،
كسرتُ صمتي وقلت،
وسال الدمعُ وبكيت،
قبل أن تَشكو وتَشكُو،
أهواك، وحبُّك في قلبي
خلف نارًا،
وها أنا بك أحتار،
وكسرُ الصمتِ
لم يكن اختيار،
فأنتَ ملكٌ في كياني،
تربَّع على عرشه في القلب،
وأصبح رفيقَ الدرب.

كيف لي أن أراك حزينًا،
وأنا لا أتحرّكُ وأعين؟
جهدي بذلتُه من أجل أن تعود،
وتبتسم من جديد،
وتكون على الزمان حديد.

فأنت كلّ ما أملك،
ومن دونك، لا معنى لوجودي،
وحياتي في تيهٍ وضياع.

بقلم: فتحي الصيادي

A Pen’s Respite
By: Fathi Al-Sayyadi

My feelings and senses have grown weary,
As I sail through sorrow and dreams,
Delivering messages that echo
The emotions of humankind.
I dive into the depths of their oceans,
Searching through the affairs of their hearts,
Revealing what lies hidden,
So every troubled conscience may find peace.

I'm worn from my cries,
Though my attentiveness was always graceful.
Now, gray has touched my hair,
And still, my hopes remain unfulfilled—
Though I kept a watchful eye on all.

I believe I've delivered the message,
Explained it with clarity and clouds,
Advised both lover and stranger.
My purpose has always been clear,
And to all, it appeared
Comforting and sincere.

Now, I retreat for rest—
My pen, too, takes its respite.

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The Chirping of Birds
By: Fathi Al-Sayyadi

From my balcony,
whose window opens to the tree,
I awoke early
to the chirping of birds—
like a gentle alarm,
guiding me:
the sun has risen,
and the hour of work draws near.

Enough of sleep and dreams,
awake—pursue the hope!
For the sunbeam pierced the window,
and rang the bell of labor.


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I Fear Your Arrival May Delay

I've waited long in your absence,
My yearning never found rest.
Not once did I complain to the world,
Nor let them see the sorrow I suppressed.

I fear your arrival may delay—
My body has begun to waste away.
Signs speak of a soul unwell,
And I fear no remedy will quell.

O you, whose absence deepens my desire,
My patience has no more fire.
Each day in your absence feels like mourning,
I live on memories, hope adorning.

Laid in bed, my heart for you aches,
From you, I learned what love truly makes.
Your face, like the moon, once bright,
Rose each dawn with a smile of light.

I beg of you, a humble plea:
Hasten your return to me.
Ease this pain, bring peace again,
Your nearness worth more than any gain.

My heart beats and sighs your name,
Won’t you, for my sake, feel the same?
Forget you? I never could.
Your love runs deep within my blood.

To speak the truth—I doubt in your distance,
My patience lost all resistance.
This heart, a furnace lit with flame,
Fears harm may find you in my name.

So let not your return be late—
Without you, this land is desolate.
But you, my rain, can make it bloom,
And bring dead soil from silent gloom.

Written by: Fathi Al-Sayyadi

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I’ll be there, my heart on time,
Carrying longing, in perfect rhyme.

My pulse races as you draw near,
Your vision brings my moment here.

So rest assured, be calm, be free,
For delay, my love, could never be.

Your love resides in my soul’s deep tide,
It beats, it aches, it will not hide.

You’re lovely as a bloom in May,
A springtime butterfly in play.

How could I live if you're not near?
You are my hope, my dream, my dear.

We'll meet, just as the promise said,
So sip your coffee, rest your head.

And I shall come without delay,
To that same place, on that same day.

By: Fathi Al-Sayyadi

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Don’t Steal My Life

Hardly a day goes by
Without me living in your memory.
My heart still beats for your love—
Within my ribs,
I built you a home.

You are the near yet distant,
The harbinger of fate.
You dwelled in my soul through promises,
And I clung to your passion.

Don’t steal my life with empty vows,
Nor justify your acts with witnesses.
Life is a fleeting train
Passing through its stations—
And with each stop,
Time becomes a fading illusion.

Awaken from your slumber in the dark—
Dawn has broken, and the rooster has cried.
Where are you in the morning light?

Don’t delay time,
Don’t burden me with trials.
Fulfill what you pledged—
I see you have faltered.

I will not allow
My life to be stolen in waiting.
That would be my slow demise.

Yes, I love you—
But I fear you’ll slip away,
Cold and distant in this frost.

I fear to spend my days
In such indifference,
As my pain deepens.

Like a lone fruit
Dangling from a tree—
Untouched,
Trapped in silent siege.

By: Fathi Al-Sayyadi


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