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تسجيلSecret of Fire
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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, Thirsty. 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. ___________ Translate by Bassam k. Frangieh
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