Chaos and the Moment

And the sun which no longer belongs to its time,
The snow of the summers, torrents of spring!
What madness trails us and drives us
To kill, to die and to destroy with no shame?

The mirror of yesterday’s flood in the following day,
History repeats in the evening the morning
In my heart the chaos which creation watches out for
Lunacy of the cosmos which my history repeats

Scalded universe and my frozen tears,
Signs of the end have just started:
No more seasons, no more order, no more horizon,
Without beginning, without memory, without even a name.

And suddenly… the tree that supplicates and the star which prays
I hear the harmony of the sources of the life
Tensions, tears, contradictions
Flight. Peace of the moment, and Salâm is HIS Name.