The Pride of the Heart

I awoke from my sleep in the depth of the night,My body trembling, broken by a sudden fright.
I found myself cast into a stranger's land,In a dark universe where joy is banned.
And late September, with its magical grace,Poured down a piercing chill upon my face.
I fled a dream that was splendid and deep,Yet shrouded in mysteries it chose to keep.
So in my confusion, to my soul I returned,Asking: Who cast the fire where I burned?
O heart, why have you surrendered to grief?Drowning your world, finding no relief?
Who is the one who dared to oppress,Causing your tears and this bitter distress?
Then my tears overflowed like a torrential wave,And my horizon grew dark, like a shadow in a cave.
Yet my heart cried out: "Patient I shall stay,For I have done no wrong, nor led anyone astray!"
I cloak my wounds and hide the pain I bore,Yet for the one who failed me, I regret no more.
Proud and unbowed, through all the grief I'll stay,Even if darkness clouds my brightest day.
Like a lonely tree, my life has been spent,Giving precious pearls wherever I went.
Yet nothing but sorrow from mankind I bore,A bitter injustice that wounded me sore.
Pure is my nature, from malice I am free,Yet only their harm was inflicted on me!
Has anyone seen a soul passing by,Comforting trees when they wither and cry?
When autumn arrives with its cruel decree,And treacherous September betrays every tree?
For I am the one who embraces the bough,Holding them close with a passionate vow.
I caress their soft leaves with a tender embrace,A warmth that from humans I could never trace.
I offer my thanks to the plants as they grow,For the unconditional love they bestow.
And special gratitude to the soil I owe,It held my heavy frame and never told me to go.
With elevated hope, I shall walk my own way,And the world will turn bright, like a rainy spring day.
My Creator will wipe every sorrow I bore,And my soul shall enlighten, despairing no more.

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This poem is translated from my original Poem which is in Arabic and here it is:
أَفَقْتُ مِنَ النَّوْمِ جَوْفَ الدُّجَى .. وَجِسْمِي مِنَ الذُّعْرِ قَدْ أُقْسِمَا
وَأَلْفَيْتُ نَفْسِيَ فِي غُرْبَةٍ .. بِكَوْنٍ خَلَا بَهْجَةً، مُظْلِمَا
وَأَوَاخِرُ أَيْلُولَ فِي سِحْرِهَا .. بِبَرْدٍ تَرَقْرَقَ حِينَ هَمَى
رَحَلْتُ عَنِ الْحُلْمِ فِي رَوْعَةٍ .. وَلَكِنَّهُ كَانَ مُسْتَبْهَمَا
فَعُدْتُ إِلَى النَّفْسِ فِي حَيْرَتِي .. أُسَائِلُهَا عَنْ لَظَى مَنْ رَمَى؟
يَا قَلْبُ مَالِكَ مُسْتَسْلِمَا؟ .. وَتَمْلأُ دُنْيَاكَ حُزْنًا بِمَا؟
فَمَنْ ذَا الَّذِي جَارَ يَا مُهْجَتِي .. وَأَبْكَى عُيُونَكَ، مَنْ آلَمَا؟
فَانْهَلَّ دَمْعِي كَسَيْلٍ طَمَا .. وَأَظْلَمَ أُفْقِي وَأَعْتَمَا
فَقَالَ الفُؤَادُ أَنَا صَابِرٌ .. وَمَا كُنْتُ يَوْماً فَتًى مُجْرِمَا!
أُدَارِي الْجِرَاحَ وَأُخْفِي الأَسَى .. وَلَسْتُ لِمَنْ خَانَنِي نَادِمَا
سَأَبْقَى عَزِيزاً بِرَغْمِ الْعَنَا .. وَإِنْ صَارَ جَوِّي بِيَ قَاتِمَا!
أَعِيشُ حَيَاتِي كَمِثْلِ الشَّجَرْ .. وَأُعْطِي الأَنَامَ نَفِيسَ الدُّرَرْ
وَمَا كُنْتُ أَلْقَى سِوَى كَدَرٍ .. وَظُلْمٍ سَقَانِي ذِعَافَ الْمُرَرْ
لَطِيفٌ أَنَا لَا أَرُومُ الشُّرُورَ .. وَلَكِنْ رُمِيتُ بِكُلِّ الضَّرَرْ!
فَهَلْ أَبْصَرَ النَّاسُ يَوْماً فَتًى .. يُواسِي الشُّجَيْرَاتِ فِيمَا جَرَى؟
إِذَا مَا رَمَاهَا خَرِيفٌ جَفَا .. وَخَانَ أَيْلُولُ عَهْدَ الثَّرَى
فَأَنَا الَّذِي يَحْنُو لِأَغْصَانِ الشَّجَرْ .. وَيَضُمُّهَا بِالْحُبِّ عِنْدَمَا يَرَى
وَيُدَاعِبُ الأَوْرَاقَ فِي رِقَّتِهَا .. بِحَنَانِ مَنْ لَمْ يَلْقَ مِثْلاً أَوْ جَرَى
وَأَقُولُ شُكْراً لِلنَّبَاتِ إِذَا نَمَا .. مِنْ قَلْبِهِ حُبٌّ بِمَاضِينَا سَرَى
وَأَخُصُّ شُكْرِي لِلأَرَاضِي إِذْ حَوَتْ .. جَسَدِي الْمَلِيءَ وَمَا بَدَا مِنْهَا الزَّرَى
سَأَمْشِي الدَّرْبَ مَرْفُوعَ الرِّجَا .. وَيَغْدُو الْكَوْنُ غَيْثاً مُغْنِمَا
وَيَمْسَحُ خَالِقِي كُلَّ الأَسَى .. لِيُشْرِقَ خَاطِرِي بَعْدَ الْعَمَى.