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Splendid Egypt, our mother, has come to the square |
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Saadi Yousef Splendid Egypt, our mother, has come to the square
Splendid Egypt has unfurled to the wind her head scarf
And turned around as a banner fragrant with jasmine and gun powder
Splendid Egypt, our mother, has come to the square
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And you,
My lifetime comrade
Are there
As I had known you
With your steps ablaze in the Liberation Square
How splendid the struggle is!
How inglorious restfulness is!
Splendid Egypt, our mother, has come to the square
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التفاصيل...
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Three poems by Saadi Yousef |
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Translated by Sinan Antoon Fulfillment I used to,
I often used to hope
as autumn painted forests with gold
walnut brown
or muted crimson,
I so hoped to see Iraq’s face in the morning
to loosen water’s braids over me,
to satisfy its mermaids with salty tears,
to float over Abu l-Khaseeb’s rivulets to ask the trees:
Do you, trees, know where my father’s grave is?
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اخر تحديث الأحد, 28 نونبر/تشرين ثان 2010 00:34 |
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التفاصيل...
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The Berlin Flat |
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Saadi Yousef For three days, three nights
The silent rain kept raining
My duvet is wet
My library is wet.
Joanne is enjoying her sleep, now, in her Berlin flat
Where we started our story at the siesta
After a red wine of an unknown vineyard
(I’m referring to last year)
But, now, I look to have refuge, there
In the Berlin flat.
Joanne is there.
Here
For three days
Three nights
The silent rain kept raining. London
28.11.2008 |
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اخر تحديث السبت, 13 دجنبر/كانون أول 2008 01:14 |
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Tonight We Rest Here — An Interview with Poet Saadi Youssef |
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اخر تحديث السبت, 16 فبراير/شباط 2008 19:40 |
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التفاصيل...
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A woman |
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How will I drag my feet to her now?
In which land will I see her
and on which street of what city
should I ask about her?
– and if I find her house
(Let’s suppose I do)
will I ring the bell?
How should I answer?
And how will I stare at her face
as I touch the light wine
seeping between her fingers
How should I say hello . . .
and how will I take the pain of all these years?
Once –
twenty years ago –
in an air-conditioned train
I kissed her all night through . . .
8 September 1994
Translated by the poet |
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