A bit of a life
I probably did — observe one day
the fall of the sun
and caught the gold that was scattered in the palm of the sea
and enclosed my ribs about the last escaping heat
as I searched for a farewell sifting through piles of sand
And I paced the city back and forth
I hung around in the old cafes sipping at bottles of beer
I met with friends and passers-by
sat with literati and revolutionaries
and among the crowded tables I spent long hours
I went up and down streets and discussions
but I remember that once I bought
from the other end of the street a mizmar!
And I stood under a balcony observing wet newspapers
and the heavy clothes
shifting my feet in a puddle
making endless circles
I probably did — observe one day
the fall of the sun
and caught the gold that was scattered in the palm of the sea
and enclosed my ribs about the last escaping heat
as I searched for a farewell sifting through piles of sand
And I paced the city back and forth
I hung around in the old cafes sipping at bottles of beer
I met with friends and passers-by
sat with literati and revolutionaries
and among the crowded tables I spent long hours
I went up and down streets and discussions
but I remember that once I bought
from the other end of the street a mizmar!
And I stood under a balcony observing wet newspapers
and the heavy clothes
shifting my feet in a puddle
making endless circles
Source: here. Poem is originally in arabic.
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