The Desert - by
In the beginning the desert
/ was the ashes of a woman
/ inhabited by a storm.
/ Hidden secrets echoed,
/ and the silent poet
/ lay down on…
In the beginning the desert
/ was the ashes of a woman
/ inhabited by a storm.
/ Hidden secrets echoed,
/ and the silent poet
/ lay down on…
/ نتحدث عن أشياء كثيرة لا نفهمها
/ حداثيون في الصحراء
/ النكتة الأخيرة في عالم يضج بالنكت السخيفة
/ متهمون بهذا الفضاء كفراشات…
Midday, just look around:
the heat raises the sand to a boil.
Life is nothing more than a myth
when summer comes to this land.
Süýrgünortan! Niçik görnüş!
/ Jöwza ähli zatdan ökde.
/ Ýaşaýyş ýöne bir ”myş-myş”
/ Tomus bu ýowuz toprakda.
/
/ Bir düýe ýatyr bagyryp,
/ Jokrama yssa çydaman.
/ Çaga dek boýnuny burup,
/ Kimden…
I am looking, as you are, through Henry Wade
/ his eyes, his lens: the Rafa-Gaza road
/ aching towards a sky perhaps grey,…
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