Three New Poems by Taqwa Ahmed Alwawi
Taqwa Ahmed Alwawi, a Palestinian writer who lives in Gaza, shares these three new poems.
Taqwa Ahmed Alwawi (b. 2006) is a Palestinian writer, poet, translator, and editor based in Gaza. She holds a BA in English Language from the Faculty of Arts at the Islamic University of Gaza. She is the author of Gaza Calling: Will the World Pick Up? As a dedicated chronicler and custodian of her people’s memory, she is committed to amplifying Palestinian voices and bringing to light narratives that are often overlooked or silenced. Her work has been featured in more than 30 leading international platforms and prestigious publications. Her portfolio.
October 14, 2026 @ 9:32 am
These poems are so simple, no effects, so straightforward like ghost steps not taken, and perhaps because of this, so poignant.
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October 14, 2026 @ 11:27 am
TRISTEMENT SOLIDAIRE
LỬA BUỒN – FEU DE TRISTESSE – FIRE OF SADNESS
FEU DE TRISTESSE
Feu de tristesse s’enflamme
Feu de tristesse assiège mon âme
Moi seul reste
Devant moi c’est une mer de feu
Plus loin, une chaîne montagneuse.
Derrière moi ce sont les enfants
C’est le soir
C’est l’hiver
Plus bas, un fleuve.
Feu de tristesse ne veut plus parler
Feu de tristesse ne veut plus écouter
Pourquoi ai-je tenu à rester?
Jusqu’où va ce monde?
Les quatre horizons se contractent
Le malheur est sans exception.
Aussi, le temps est-il menaçant
Les enfants pleurent
Réclamant pour s’en aller.
Feu de tristesse. Feu de tristesse
Ma main est prête à prendre feu
Feu de tristesse. Feu de tristesse
Mes yeux guettent le spectre de la nuit
Mes yeux scrutent l’étoile du berger
Je me mets à chanter
Les enfants dorment, les poings fermés.
Tout seul, je combats
Depuis la veille jusqu’au lendemain
Feu de tristesse. Feu de tristesse
Mon âme loin d’être épuisée
Butant. Tombant. Se relevant de nouveau.
Nguyên Hoàng Bảo Việt
Traduit du Vietnamien par Mme Hoàng Nguyên (CEVEX)
LỬA BUỒN – FEU DE TRISTESSE – FIRE OF SADNESS
LỬA BUỒN
Lửa buồn vừa bốc ngọn
Lửa buồn vây linh hồn
Tôi ở lại một mình
Trước mặt là biển lửa
Trước mặt là núi cao
Sau lưng là trẻ con
Sau lưng là buổi chiều
Sau lưng là mùa đông
Xa nữa là bờ sông.
Lửa buồn không muốn nói
Lửa buồn không muốn nghe
Vì sao tôi ở lại
Thế giới đi về đâu ?
Bốn chân trời co rút
Khốn nạn không chừa ai
Thời gian cũng dọa nạt
Trẻ con khóc đòi đi.
Lửa buồn ơi lửa buồn
Tay tôi chờ bắt lửa
Lửa buồn ơi lửa buồn
Mắt tôi chờ bóng tối
Mắt tôi chờ sao hôm
Tôi cất tiếng ca hát
Trẻ con nằm ngủ say
Một mình tôi chiến đấu
Đêm này tới ngày mai
Lửa buồn ơi lửa buồn
Linh hồn chưa kiệt sức
Ngã rồi còn đứng lên.
Nguyên Hoàng Bảo Việt
October 14, 2026 @ 11:30 am
TRISTEMENT SOLIDAIRE
LỬA BUỒN – FEU DE TRISTESSE – FIRE OF SADNESS
FEU DE TRISTESSE
Feu de tristesse s’enflamme
Feu de tristesse assiège mon âme
Moi seul reste
Devant moi c’est une mer de feu
Plus loin, une chaîne montagneuse.
Derrière moi ce sont les enfants
C’est le soir
C’est l’hiver
Plus bas, un fleuve.
Feu de tristesse ne veut plus parler
Feu de tristesse ne veut plus écouter
Pourquoi ai-je tenu à rester?
Jusqu’où va ce monde?
Les quatre horizons se contractent
Le malheur est sans exception.
Aussi, le temps est-il menaçant
Les enfants pleurent
Réclamant pour s’en aller.
Feu de tristesse. Feu de tristesse
Ma main est prête à prendre feu
Feu de tristesse. Feu de tristesse
Mes yeux guettent le spectre de la nuit
Mes yeux scrutent l’étoile du berger
Je me mets à chanter
Les enfants dorment, les poings fermés.
Tout seul, je combats
Depuis la veille jusqu’au lendemain
Feu de tristesse. Feu de tristesse
Mon âme loin d’être épuisée
Butant. Tombant. Se relevant de nouveau.
Nguyên Hoàng Bảo Việt
Traduit du Vietnamien par Mme Hoàng Nguyên (CEVEX)
LỬA BUỒN – FEU DE TRISTESSE – FIRE OF SADNESS
FIRE OF SADNESS
The Fire of sadness flares up
The Fire of sadness besieges my soul
I stay alone
In front of me is a sea of fire
And farther on, a chain of mountains
Behind me are the children
It’s the evening
It’s the winter
Below, is a river.
The Fire of sadness still doesn’t want to speak
The Fire of sadness still doesn’t want to listen
Why am I bound to stay?
Where is this world going?
The four horizons are contracting
Misfortune is everywhere
Time is equally threatening
The children are crying
Imploring to go away.
Fire of sadness. Fire of sadness
My hand is ready to catch on fire
Fire of sadness. Fire of sadness
My eyes gaze at the spectre of the night
My eyes search for the morning star
I begin to sing
The children are sleeping very soundly
And I fight on alone
From one day to the next
Fire of sadness. Fire of sadness
My spirit is still far from exhausted
Stumbling. Falling. Getting up once more.
Nguyên Hoàng Bảo Việt