It is not far than a night oblivious look
From the opening of " Umm Khaled " meadow.
You see it, at night, drenched in its blood.
Beit Leed Cabaret was your hidden bar of sand and turtle shield,
How your pulse turned into mother of pearl
and water crabs?
Will your soul leave tonight?
to its pomegranates?
to beaches that resemble the beaches women shoulders?
You will keep departing to the depths
by fineries of sea birds.
(Your followers are the stripped mullets)
In the depths
You are disappearing
disappearing
disappearing
Y our soul is a sponge.
As if your soul is a sponge …
August / the coast meadow

Translated by : Tareq Al-kermi