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Oliver Friggieri
1. Nidhol Fis-Silenzji Tieghek
Jitbexxqu t-twieqi tas-silenzji tieghek
u hafi nid]ol hiemed biex niskopri
skantat bhal tfajjel ma jaf xejn mid-dinja.
Jaqa' minn fommi tqil il-kliem b]al gebel
jistabat fuq il-qieghda w inti tigbru.
Nittawwal fis-silenzji skuri tieghek,
il-monasteri ta' l-iljieli mhassba
fejn ruh li ma torqodx tqum tippassigga.
Id-dubji b]al tapit haxix ihaxwex
jintrifsu ma' kull pass sakemm titwieled
fil-guf ta' mohh mugugh il-mistoqsija.
Din ligi tan-natura: hemm il-weggha
fil-hlas, u hemm il-Golgota fl-imhabba.
Fl-irkejjen tas-silenzji tieghek ngharrex
bhal eremit li jsellem biss lill-kwiekeb
u jiftah qalbu msakkra biss mal-qamar.
1 I Come into your silence
The windows of your silence open gently,
and barefoot I enter to discover,
awestruck like a child untutored in the ways of life.
Words fall heavily like stones from my lips,
crashing to the ground for you to pick them up.
I gaze into your bleak silence,
monasteries of restless nights
where a sleepless soul rises to pace about.
Doubts rustle like a grass carpet,
are trodden with each step until the question
is born in the womb of a pained mind.
There are birth pangs
There is the Golgotha in love:
This is decreed by nature.
In the corners of your silence I search
like a hermit who greets only the stars
and opens his dungeoned heart only to the moon.
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