Speak, speak, repeat, and argue
We number, we weave
We sow poetry, we create, and we produce.
Mohamed Rahal, a poet, artist and heritage researcher from Algeria, a North African country, shares his poem
Mohammad Rahal is an academic, poet, and artist, heritage researcher, based in Tebessa, the capital city of Tébessa Province region of northeastern Algeria. He is Irish media ambassador, and has participated in various forums and festivals.
Speech
Speak, speak, repeat, and argue
We number, we weave
We sow poetry, we create, and we produce.
We gather the meaning of my verses and delve into them
Form and method
From each known letter, it emerges
O listener, speak, do not say “yankh”
He criticizes, he argues
Without beautiful thoughts, angry, tense.
Sometimes bright, joyful, and cheerful
Sometimes embarrassed
Sometimes angry and my mood is heavy.
Sometimes we get angry at the crookedness of people
Sometimes we are careless
Sometimes we hide what we do not want to reveal.
If you find him near you, he will be surprised
He will be surprised, he will be relieved
If he loves you, He will be kind to you
You will be like a wounded man whose blood is flowing
He will flow and scar
A healed wound, a gurgling sound
Let’s return to my words, Ali Zain, in joy
How beautiful he is, walking
I saw him, I saw him walking, swaying
His beauty captivated me, and his love ignited
My soul yearns
Who said that love is what we seek?
Craving has killed us, and my desire is burning
The fire is burning
His absence has increased my sleep
The embers are burning
The flame of my sleep
Who can bear the burden of patience?
Speak, speak, and bring news
The knowledge of the sea
Give my greetings to the one with kohl-rimmed eyes
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