At the market of your nakedness
I spent all that I had
Without seeing a thing.
After loving you… then everything was over
After hating me … then everything was over
My love met your hate
They exchanged stabs to the death.
If my dot entered your crescent
Another sun would rise
And end up the night's legendary darkness.
If my dot entered your crescent
I would get back my robbed childhood
From the marketplace of robbers and usurers .
If my dot entered your crescent
A red apple tree would grow in my heart.
If my dot entered….
My heart would refrain from weeping at the hands of the boat
And my memory from waiting for the lost crow and dove.
Your body is a repast
But not for a man like me
It is for upright beasts.
Once I entered the plain of your love
The mountain of your haughtiness began to appear
to me; I who have nothing save two bleeding hands to climb with.
If my dot entered your crescent
I would discover a new alphabet
That begins with nuun* and ends at her dot
As does the miser at the purse of his liras every night.
If my dot entered ..
My heart would stop firing bullets
At the characters!
If my dot entered …
I would turn into a shepherd of the plaits of your pretty lies.
If my dot entered your crescent
I would be able to catch the clouds
And then to send them wherever I will
But you would be able to catch the clouds
And to paste them on your breasts and legs
And to make of what is left a dish of kisses!
Nuun is an Arabic letter has a dot inside.