My Friend

By 
Buland al-Haydari


My friend,
Why don’t you take your past with you and
Leave my path?
We have finished, ended,
And we remembered much, and forgot much.
With our own hands we cast away
All the deep love we carefully guarded
All that we guard in distant past:
The visions we had, all that we had
We folded; then, returned to shelter ourselves.
My friend,
You no longer know anything about my friend.
My friend,
why don’t  you take your past with you and leave my path?
Why don’t you search for a new world?
There are still happy dreams on earth,
Then, what?
What use do you have for a distant memory?
We have finished, ended,
And we remembered much, and forgot much.
Then I couldn’t tell an enemy from a friend.
My friend,
Why don’t you take your past with you and leave my path?

This poem appeared in Al Jadid Vol. 3, No. 17, April 1997.
Translated, from Arabic, by Dr. Mohammed B. Alwan

© Copyright 1997, 2013 AL JADID MAGAZINE

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