Salman Masalha
Safar
I walk in the clouds.
My horizon tinted dew.
Mirages are the myths.
My life has passed in vain
Looking for the true.
If a friend would ask me back
To the land of the sane,
I'd never leave the sands,
I'd never leave the track.
Thoughts stretch taut at night.
Desire is a light
That sparkles in the eye.
I am a mad song.
Like an echo, I fly.
Translated by Vivian Eden
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To listen to the poem in Arabic, composed by Kamilya Jubran,
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