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Secret of Fire

Poem No.: 6 النص العربي: لا يوجد

On the last day

I kissed her hands,

Her eyes / her lips.

I said to her: you are now

Ripe like an apple

Half of you: a woman

The other half: impossible to describe.

The words

Escaped me

And I escaped them

Both of us collapsed.

Now I pray

For the childhood of this light face

And for this ripe, burning body

I bring my face closer

To this gushing spring,


On the last day, I said to her:

You are the fire of the forests

The water of the river

The secret of the fire

Half of you cannot be described

The other half: a priestess in the temple of Ishtar.


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