فن / عكاظ

رحلة المنتهى

أَسَمِعْتِ صَوْتَ الحُبِّ يَهْتِفُ أَنَّنَا

فِي الكَوْنِ أُغْنِيَتَانِ تَرْتَحِلَانِ مِنْ آهٍ وَآهْ

وَصَدَى هَوَانَا فِي رُؤَاهُ

يُضِيءُ مِنْ وَهْجٍ سَمَاهْ

ضُمِّي إِلَى أَفْيائِكِ العُلْيَا ذُرَاهُ

لَعَلَّهَا تَخْضَرُّ مِنْ قُرْبٍ ذُراهْ

إِنِّي وَهَبْتُ جَنَاحَهُ وَحَنَانَهُ وَجُنُونَهُ

وَجَمِيعَ مَا تَتْلُو الشِّفَاهْ

وَهَتَفْتُ إِنِّي عَاشِقٌ وَمُتَيَّمٌ..

هَذَا الهَوَى المَجْنُونُ لَا نَدْرِي مَدَاهْ

هَذَا أَنَا مَا بَيْنَ مَجْرَى الْعِطْرِ حَتَّى مُنْتَهَاهْ

فِي رِحْلَةٍ قُدْسِيَّةٍ غَيْبِيَّةٍ أَجْلُو بِهَا صُنْعَ الإلَهْ

وَأَعُودُ حَتَّى أَعْتَلِي أَقْصَى الْمُنَى فِي مُرْتَقَاهْ

وَكَأَنَّنِي مِنْ مُرْتَقَاهُ لِمُنْتَهَاهُ

هَوى تَنَاثَرَ فِي سَنَاهْ

فَأَضَاعَنِي وَأَعَادَنِي وَأَذَابَنِي

وَنَهَلْتُهُ شَهْدًا تَقَطَّرَ مِنْ لَماهْ

وَعَرَفْتُ أَنَّ الحُبَّ مَرْهُونٌ بِهِ

وَهَتَفْتُ: وَارَبّاهُ لَا أَحَدٌ سِوَاهْ

Did you hear the voice of love calling that

In the universe, there are two songs that travel from sighs and moans

And the echo of our love in its visions

Illuminates from the blaze of its sky

Embrace your lofty shadows, its tips

Perhaps they will flourish from the closeness of its heights

I have gifted its wings, its tenderness, and its madness

And all that the lips recite

And I shouted that I am a lover and infatuated..

This crazy passion, we do not know its extent

This is me, what lies between the flow of perfume until its end

In a sacred, mystical journey, I unveil the creation of the deity

And I return until I ascend to the highest of aspirations in its heights

And as if I am from its heights to its end

Love scattered in its radiance

So it lost me, returned me, and melted me

And I quenched it as honey that dripped from its essence

And I knew that love is bound to it

And I shouted: Oh my Lord, no one but Him

ملحوظة: مضمون هذا الخبر تم كتابته بواسطة عكاظ ولا يعبر عن وجهة نظر مصر اليوم وانما تم نقله بمحتواه كما هو من عكاظ ونحن غير مسئولين عن محتوى الخبر والعهدة علي المصدر السابق ذكرة.

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