قصيدة بعنوان هاتف القدر للشاعر ه‍نادي عفانة الخموس

هاتِـفُ الـقَـدَرِ

كانَ وَحيداً ...
جالِساً على هوامِشِ الظُّلمةِ
شارِدَ الذِّهنِ ...
في يَدِهِ زنبقةٌ و بالأُخرى يقبِضُ على حُلمِهِ
آخِذاً سماءَهُ لِحافاً و الأرضَ وِسادةً
غارِقاً في نومٍ عَميقٍ
كطِفْلٍ مُدلَّلٍ في مَهْدِهِ
زارَهُ هاتِفُ القَدَرِ
يُبلِّغُهُ بما عندَهُ
يُحَدِّثُهُ عنْ نارٍ عظيمةٍ تخشى بردَهُ
و عنْ سُلطانِ عينَيْهِ التي تفتقِرُ لِلنَّومِ
يُرهِبُ حدُّ السَّيفِ حدَّهُ
و عنْ سجَّانٍ عابِسٍ مُقيَّدٍ بقيدِهِ
و عنْ شاعرٍ كلماتُهُ حِبالٌ تلتَفُّ حولَ عُنُقِهِ
و عنْ طِفْلٍ ضمَّتْهُ حُفَرُ التُّرابِ
قبلَ أنْ تضُمَّهُ أمُّهُ
فهلْ لكَ أن تفسِّرَ لنا ما تُحَدِّثُ بهِ نفسُهُ ؟
أجابَهُ صاحِبُنا و أدلى بِدَلْوِهِ :
أيُّها القَدَرُ...!
أنا لسْتُ إلَّا فلَّاحاً بسيطاً
يعشَقُ الأرضَ و فأسَهُ
اِتَّخَذَ حُقولَهُ مملكةً
و أشجارَها شعباً
و أثمارَها جُنْدَهُ
لي أبٌ طاعِنٌ في السِّنِّ
تُؤنِسُهُ دقَّاتُ قلبِهِ
تُبشِّرُهُ بعودةِ مُسافِرٍ
و في حقيبتِهِ ما تبقَّى منْ عُمُرِهِ
ولي أخٌ يجتهِدُ بلَمْلَمةِ هَمِّهِ
و جمعِ بقايا يومِهِ
و لي جارٌ انطفأَ مِصْباحُ عينَيْهِ
و هوَ يندُبُ حظَّهُ
و لي صديقٌ ...
ما زالَ يظُنُّ أنَّهُ يستدِلُّ بالصَّبرِ لُقَمَهُ
أيُّها القَدَرُ...!
نحنُ حِكايةُ شعبٍ
سُجِنَ وراءَ قُضبانِ صدرِهِ
راحَ يبحَثُ عنْ حُرِّيَّتِهِ
و لمْ يُدرِكْها إلَّا معَ ربِّهِ
اِذهَبْ إلى مَنْ أرسلَكَ
و أعلِمْهُ أنَّنا آخرَ اللَّيلِ نُخْلَدُ لِلنَّومِ
و هذا ما ينقُصُهُ منْ نِعَمِهِ
إنْ أدركَها فقدْ أدركَ نفسَهُ ..١٠/١٩/٢٠٢٣ THE CALL OF DESTINY

He was all alone...
Sitting on the edge of darkness
The mind is full of ...
A tulip in his hand and in the other he catches his dream
He took the sky as a blanket and the earth as a ruler
In a deep sleep
As a spoiled child in his nursery
The phone of destiny visited him
Giving him what he got
He speaks of a great fire that you fear its cold
And about the Sultan of his sleepless eyes
The limit of the sword intimidates itself
And about a frowning prisoner chained in his chains
And for a poet, his words are ropes around his neck
And about a child who the soil dug attached
Before his mother included him
Can you explain to us what you are talking about yourself?
Our friend answered him and showed his substitution:
Oh Fate ...!
I am just a simple happy farmer
He loves the earth and his axe
His Words Take A Kingdom
and its trees are people
And the fruits of its labor are his soldiers.
I have a stabbed father in the years
Tunisia is the heartbeat of his heart.
Herald the return of a traveler
And in his bag the rest of his life
And whoever has a brother who works hard is important
And to sum up the rest of his day
And for me a neighbor whose light of his eyes turned off
And he is regretting his luck
And I have a friend...
He still thinks he’s impatient for his peak
Oh Fate ...!
We are the tale of the people
Imprisoned behind his chest bars
He will seek his freedom
And he realized it except with his Lord
go 2 he that sent you
And let him know that during the night we sleep
And this is what he deprives of His grace
If he realizes it, he realizes himself... 10/19/2020