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Mardin Ibrahim was born in Southern Kurdistan-Iraq among uncertainty and pessimism. He grew up under despotism, a depressing political situation and war. He normally writes long poems in Kurdish. His first book " Jasmines of Death" was published in Kurdish in 1999. At present time he is studying and living in UK.
Kanakawa*
Your aged rocks were my only toys
Your narrow roads were my only cradle
I was your shabby clothed orphan, your faithful knight
Protecting you from devastating winds
Fighting for you insanely with my wooden sword
When I left you
Your dusty vineyards, your deserted cemeteries,
your poisonous rivers, sleepy frogs in tobacco fields were
weeping on my shoulders
Am I still not your barefoot child?
Where is your old day’s eagerness for me?
Who put a curse on you? Tell me who? Tell me why?
Why have you forgotten me in a blink of an eye?
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* Kanakawa is a village in Kurdistan and also my birthplace
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Let’s Cry for Him
Mardin Ibrahim
To Dler Jakau
Let’s cry on the crown of lilies
for his paranoid letters
Let’s cry for the loneliness
beyond his bitter smiles
Who was it broke our soul
in the break of a day?
Who tore up his promise with the dawn?
On our incurable heart
for his murdered melodies
for his stolen, bereaved vases
On our luminous sadness
Let’s cry, let’s cry for him.
When I was thirsty in Mecca
He could not drink wine in Jerusalem
When I was anxious in Egypt
he could not sleep in Rome
When he was engulfed by leaves
on the horizon of the West
I could not bear his blame
I was sobbing in the East
Where are they, the hidden seasons?
Where are they buried, the purple days?
Instead of taking photos
Under barbarian trees
Instead of singing lullabies
on ironic, fatal notes
Instead of laughing at treasonous jokes
Let’s cry, let’s cry for him.
Mardin Ibrahim
December 2005
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We Were Five Wild Men
Mardin Ibrahim
We were five wild men-
In a twilight
When the rivers slept
We lost our home
We lost our innocence.
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We were five wild men
Crying like
Five abandoned kittens,
Like five small birds
Who had lost their nest?
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We were the real sinners
We drank the wine of knowledge.
We were the real sinners-
We left our birthplace.
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We escaped from the place
But the time captured us.
We escaped from home
But exile snared us.
We escaped from the darkness
But oh, the light killed us.
… … .. .. ..
We were five wild men-
When God slept
We lost our faith.
