Neither a star,
nor a prophet's inspiration,
nor a face praying to the moon, is Mihyar.
Here he comes
like a pagan spear,
invading the land of letters,
bleeding
and raising to the sun
his bleeding.
Here he is
wearing the nakedness of stone
and praying to the caves.
Here he is,
cuddling the light Earth.

Translated by: Kamal Abu-Deeb