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Hilmi M. Dawood

Hilmi M. Dawood


Nationality: Irak
Email: hilmidawood@yahoo.com

Biography
Hilmi M. Dawood is an Iraqi poet, writer, and lyricist who writes in Arabic, French, and English. His work brings together poetry, journalism, translation, and language education, guided by the belief that words possess the power to cross borders, bridge cultures, and create meaningful connections between people and the world.
He began publishing his poetry in Iraqi and Arab newspapers during the 1990s before earning a Bachelor’s degree in French Language from the College of Languages at the University of Baghdad in 1998. He subsequently taught French at the University of Baghdad’s College of Languages and later joined the French Cultural Institute in Baghdad, where he continued teaching French until 2005.
In 2001, he completed a specialized program in literary translation at the Center for Translation and Literary Studies in Arles, southern France. Following this training, he translated Love, Poetry, Wisdom by the French philosopher Edgar Morin into Arabic. In the summer ...
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Before I Saw You
To a woman who lived in my imagination, wandering for ages between my heart and my soul, before she settled in my poems.

Your footsteps had already found their way through me, reaching deeper into me, until all my distances carried me back to you, returning words to my silence, only to discover t ...
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بينَ الذّكريات والمَدى
في أرضٍ تركت في أجسادنا ندوب حروبها الطويلة، تمتد مسافاتها مثقلةً بحكايات تريد أن تنسانا.
يخيفنا دفء آثارها المظلمة، لكن الضوء القادم من المدى يتسلل إلى عيوننا الم ...
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رَحلتُ و أعودُ
رَحلتُ و أعودُ
في دارك تجلس أخيرا، كأنّ الطريق أنهك ظلّه فيك.
وصوتك… عشب يخرج من ماء قديم، يغسل عن الأشياء أسماءها الأولى.
وبين يديك تدور الأرض ببطء، لا لأنّها ح ...
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Bagdad
Bagdad...
Ô ville qui sèmes dans nos cœurs
des jardins de désir,
et qui réveilles dans nos âmes
la brûlure du manque.

Tes pas traversent nos silences,
et dans nos veines
se relèvent encore
les ombres des absents.

Tes matins sont des ch ...
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