(20th century celebrated iraqi poet, one of the most influential iraqi female poets)
Revolt Against The Sun - Poem by Nazik Al-Malaika
She stood before the sun, screaming: ‘Sun! You are like my rebellious heart Whose youth swept life away And whose ever-renewed light Gave the stars to drink. Careful! Do not let a bewildered sadness Or a sighing tear in my eyes deceive you. For sadness is the form of my revolt and my resistance Beneath the night—divinity be my witness! ’ 'Careful! Do not let the sadness of my features, My pale color, or the shiver of my emotions deceive you. If my bewilderment and the lines of my torrential poet’s sadness Should appear shimmering on my brow, It is only the feelings that inspire pain in my soul And a tear at the frightening power of life. It is only the prophecy that could not fly and so resisted Sadness, in the face of a dismal life.’ 'My two lips—pressed above their pain My two eyes, thirsty for dew. Evening has left its shadow on my brow, And morning has extinguished my hopes yet again. So I have come to pour out my bewilderment to nature Among the fragrant roses, the afternoon shadows. But you mocked my deep sadness and my tears And laughed above my bitterness and pain.’ 'Even you, Sun? What melancholy! You are the object of my dreams’ contemplation. You are the one in whose name my youth sang out, Chanting in the flood of your smiling light. You are the one I held holy and worshipped As an idol when I sought refuge from pain. What disillusionment! Now you are no more to me Than the shadow of my melancholy and gloom.’ 'I will smash the idol that I built for you From my love for every radiant light And avert my eyes from your gleam. You are nothing but the specter of a deceptive glow. I will craft a paradise from the dreams of my own heart; My life can do without your gleaming rays. We, the idealists, in our spirits Lie the secrets of divinity and an immortality lost.’ 'Do not cast your beams over my thicket! If you rise, it is for other than my poet’s heart. Your light no longer stirs my emotions, For my lot is the night stars that inspire the mind. They are friends who remain awake in the dark. They understand my soul, my explosive emotions, And they stretch to my eyelids radiant threads Of silver light in the enchanted evening.’ 'Night is all life’s melodies and poetry Where the inspirational god of beauty wanders. The soul, no longer imprisoned, flutters about in it And spirits soar above the stars. How often I have walked beneath its shadows and lights Forgetting the sadness of an unjust existence, On my lips a song with a divine resonance Recited to my mouth by a caravan of stars.’ 'How often I have gone to watch every passing light And compose my melodies in the dark of night, Or to watch the moon bidding farewell in the darkness And wander in the valley of enchanting fantasies. Silence sends a shiver through my soul Beneath the evening calm and dark, And light dances in my eyelids, drawing In their depths the dreams of a hopeful heart.’ 'Sun! As for you… what? What can my emotions and my mind find in you? Do not be surprised if I am in love with darkness, You goddess of the flame that melts and thaws You who shred every dream that rises For the dreamers, and every enchanting spirit— You who destroy what the darkness builds And the silence in the depths of a poet’s heart.’ 'The sum of your dancing lights, oh sun, Are weaker than the flame of my resistance, And the madness of your fire will never rend my melody As long as my singing harp stays in my hand. If you should submerge the earth, remember That I will rid my temple of your rays And bury the past that you exalted To let the beautiful night be canopied Over my tomorrow.’
