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تسجيلFrom the Doorstep to Heaven
Feb 11, 2021 08:11 AM Feb 11, 2021 08:11 AM
Now, With the sad rain Drenching my sad face, I dream of a ladder of dust, Collected from hunched backs And hands clinging onto knees, To mount to highest heaven And discover What becomes of our prayers and sighs. O my beloved, All the prayers and sighs, All the laments and cries for help, Springing from Millions of lips and hearts, Through thousands of years and centuries, Must be gathered somewhere in heaven, Like clouds. And maybe These words of mine Are now close to those of Jesus. So let us await the tears of heaven, O beloved. _____________ translated by May Jayyusi and John Heath-Stubbs, from Modern Arabic Poetry: An Anthology, edited by Salma Khadra Jayyusi. - 1987 - Columbia University Press.
الكاتب: محمد الماغوط
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