Fire Whose fire is that surrounding us As the torches surround a naked witch? Is it Hell's fire or Magi's fire? Is it yearning's fire or Al-Bassos fire (1)? Love During the travels of my great illusion I tore up the dot of love. In it I found the blank space as white as death Or as black as the sun of a killed feast. Letter The letter is my heart's orchard and my blood's apple. The letter is my master, My blind old man who rolls me From one mountain to another From one desert to another From a drowning boat to another burning With wonderful beauty. Family The drum is my blood. The sea is my brother. The travel is my sister. The fire is my mother. The letter is my sweetheart. But who are you You who keep screaming all the time: "Help! Help! " Are you my son or my father? Comment Miserable is Sinbad For he fights boredom and death. As for me, I have to fight boredom, Death and fire. Yes, I have to eat fire every morning. And cling to a drowning letter To reach a land drowning every night And floating every morning Like Sinbad who became bored with himself And with his home address. **** 1. It is a long pre-Islamic tribal war.