Mardin Ibrahim
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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.


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?


* Kanakawa is a village in Kurdistan and also my birthplace

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

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.


We were five wild men

Crying like

Five abandoned kittens,

Like five small birds

Who had lost their nest?


We were the real sinners

We drank the wine of knowledge.

We were the real sinners-

We left our birthplace.

….. …. ….

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.