Probability

Probability
By:
Mahmoud Abdel Hafeez
Translated by:
Hassan Hegazy Hassan


No one but you, my lord
The only one at the end whom everyone
comes to you.
I wish one day when I came and asked about her,
those who know you guided me!!
That wandering in the dark of the night exhausted me
And that rooming in the midst of the day
 exhausted me too,
These are her lanes, her alleys, and these are
 its windows behind which there are the secrets.


At traffic lights,
not a single car went down its glass.
Signs in all specialties and fields surrounded her towers
And the fierce questions besieged me in her streets.
I was not a guest in the cafes,
I had no seat.
But it's enough for me to say after two or three streets
 you might find her there.
People here are arranging themselves
according to their liking,
not for you!!

In the police stations, they were extremely noble,
they released me after two weeks.
It is impossible for this person to be accused of something,
they might think so.
My lord,
I know she's not here.
I intend not to be annoying with my questions
But
 they will look for me.
They may come one day.
I say maybe,
Just mere probability,
after that turning around in the darkness of the night,
and that roaming in the midst of the day
Tell them:
He came to me and did not find an answer
because his question died  in the city streets!!