Biography by Taghrid Bou Merhi
Lebanese Poetess, Writer, Translator.
Árabic teacher for non-native speakers.Living in Brazil.Holds a Law Degree.Editor of Al-Arabi Today Electronic Newspaper and Agareed Literary Magazine and Rainbow Magazine and ALLAILAK Magazine.Fluent in Arabic (native language), French, English, Portuguese, Italian and Spanish.She has written four books.
Participated in writing the book and encyclopedia._Published in various Literary magazines,journals, anthologies and websites._Her poems have been translated into Uzbyk,French,English,Italian,Turkich,Amazigh,Kurdish, Greec,Benegladish , Spanish and Portoguese.
1_ HERE… MY FEATURES ARE SCATTERED!!
I’m chained in dirt
I am crucified in pain
You paralyzed present, enough
You who live in the land of strangers
Who told the lovers
That separation has a homeland
Who said that birds
In your absence, are not sad
And that flowers did not wither,
And Its dew did not dry out.
O night that spreads its wings,
You pixie shadow
hiding behind the seas
Where did you come from?
From what illusion were you born?
O painful longing, enough
Who stirred up the memories?
And ignite longings?
Who blew up the rivers
And they flooded in abudance from eyes
WHO not from??
Oh you the absent behind the mirage!!
2_ WHAT TO DO WHEN NEGLECT!?
What to do when neglect has exhausted me,
And the Reconciliation is hard,
And the passion is deadly
My passionate heart is grieving from love, and the critics are rejoicing
I did not stay, oh my critic
And i did not give up,
But those whom i loved did go away,
Their feelings dwelt in a tender heart
And I the sorrowful, my feelings are getting assassinated
I won’t rest and I won’t surrender,
Even if The hardships face me
My burning longings inflame my vigor
And the soul’s strength is stocked by hope.
3_ BLISS OF LOVE
Like a bee celebrating its harvest,
Or a a butterfly perched on a flower,
This is the feeling of Love…
Because I am the song of longing and the sunbird,
I shorten the distances
And fill the spaces with love and poetry…
Because I am a child of life and the tree of love,
I soar into the sky of the soul
Dripping with water of longing..
And I write with my heart…
I voluntarily vowed myself to Love…
So tell me poetry
How do the heartbeats smile!
How do passions ignite in the arms of the beloved?
I am a daughter of the sun
My soul blossomed because of love,
On the lines are the yearning of my voice,
And the night is a cup of passion stretching my longing…
The infatuated wandered longingly,
And accepted the pain
caused by arrowheads
thrown by his beloved…
It won’t dissuade me from his love any heartaches
My heart is clinging to hopes
And is holding fast….
By God, even if lovers are saved from passion,
My tender heart can’t escape the yearning…
Do you consider the feeling of fondness a luxury?!!
Or do you think the hearts of lovers are puppets?!!
From intense ecstasy,
The spirit of love only bleds longing, overshadowed by
passion and blood…
Honour people when they are gray and elderly,
The pulse of loyalty in them does not know old age!!!
5_ HERE I AM!
Like a butterfly who loves brightness,
Taghrid said: “here I am”
She got lost so they said:
“It’s a narcissus rose”
She blossomed so they said:
“ it’s an iris rose”
She planted goodness
And good plants get harvested
With Kindness and loyalties
My heart was filled and enriched
I wish my friends and myself all happiness and contentment
My Lord, grant my brothers and sisters whatever they desire…