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مازلت أذكر اللحظة الرائعة
التي ظهرتِ فيها أماميَ
و كأنكِ بشارةٌ وامضة
طيفٌ ساحر مفعم بالجمال

كنتُ سجين كآبتي و يأسي
أعاني التيه و صخب الحياة
جاءني كثيرا صوتكِ الجذاب
و حلمت بملامح وجهك الخلاب
 
و مضت السنون عنيفة كالرياح
تعصف و تبدد أحلامي الماضية
ونسيت معها صوتكِ الجذاب
ونسيت ملامح وجهكِ الخلاب

عشت أسيرا في ظلامي ووحدتي
تمضي أيامي طويلة متصارعة
فقدت إلهامي و غابت رفعتي
وغابت الدموع والحب والحياة
 
حتى ظهرتِ ثانية أمامي
فنهضت روحي من سباتها
و كنت ِكما البشارةُ الوامضة
طيف ساحر مفعم بالجمال

قلبي يخفق بوله شديد
و هو الذي صار يشعر من جديد
باحاسيس الرفعةِ ... و الإلهام
والدموعِ.... والحبِ... والحياة.

أ.د. محمد نصر الجبالي

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To ***
I still recall the wondrous moment:
When you appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

In sorrow, when I felt unwell,
Caught in the bustle, in a daze,
I fell under your voice’s spell
And dreamt the features of your face.

Years passed and gales had dispelled
My former hopes, and in those days,
I lost your voice’s sacred spell,
The holy features of your face.

Detained in darkness, isolation,
My days began to drag in strife.
Without faith and inspiration,
Without tears, and love and life.

My soul attained its waking moment:
You re-appeared before my sight,
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

And now, my heart, with fascination,
Beats rapidly and finds revived
Devout faith and inspiration,
And tender tears and love and life.

Andrey Kneller

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To ***

I still recall the wondrous moment:
When you appeared before my sight
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

In sorrow, when I felt unwell,
Caught in the bustle, in a daze,
I fell under your voice’s spell
And dreamt the features of your face.

Years passed and gales had dispelled
My former hopes, and in those days,
I lost your voice’s sacred spell,
The holy features of your face.

Detained in darkness, isolation,
My days began to drag in strife.
Without faith and inspiration,
Without tears, and love and life.

My soul attained its waking moment:
You re-appeared before my sight,
As though a brief and fleeting omen,
Pure phantom in enchanting light.

And now, my heart, with fascination,
Beats rapidly and finds revived
Devout faith and inspiration,
And tender tears and love and life.

Andrey Kneller