الشمعة

English translation · Assisted by AI

And I remembered you, the day you would

lean,

between the folds of the soul, and

embody

the light of the sun

in its darkest turn,

and you would feign

the light of day

in a meter and a span.

My body loathes you.

I remembered you — in yellow and red

you color

and you draw,

in the corners of the room,

the still and lifeless things …

that take on human traits;

my eyes see them

as shadows

on the wall,

on the stone,

like the wreckage of people,

there, breaking apart.

I did not know then

that it was …

your soul bursting,

bursting,

bursting …

silent moans —

that your life was evaporating ..

I remember you now,

and the light

dances with you,

and your flame, in jealousy,

takes flight …

as if a maiden

strutting through paradise.

Your flame, O candle,

is wounded — for it

is the light

whose very essence

lies dying ..