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Psalm 9

Poem No.: 66 النص العربي: لا يوجد

O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses

O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds

surprise me with one dream

that my madness will recoil from you.


Recoiling from you

In order to approach you

I discovered time.


Approaching you

in order to recoil from you

I discovered my senses.


Between approach and recoil

there is a stone the size of a dream

It does not approach

It does not recoil.


You are my country

A stone is not what I am

therefore I do not like to face the sky

nor do I die level with the ground

but I am a stranger, always a stranger.

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