شعر محمد الجواهري – حسبي من الموحشات

Poem Translation:

No pain remains for me to yield or wrest,

The weary heart now finds in grief its rest.

No strength in me for sorrows’ cruel tide,

Nor for the wounds where blood does loudly chide.

When burning heat engulfs the parched one’s soul,

Then silence is the balm to keep him whole.

Poem Explanation:

The poem delves into the speaker’s deep emotional and physical exhaustion. He feels that he has reached a point where no additional pain can affect him, as he is already overwhelmed by sorrows and the burdens of old age. The speaker suggests that he no longer has the strength to endure the hardships or the wounds that have become too intense. Ultimately, he concludes that in the face of overwhelming pain, silence is the most appropriate response.