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Under a Strange Sky
translated by Nancy Coffin
A difficult equation
To divide yourself between two girls
Between two countries
Of police and pineapples
Between the two, you cling to a bottle
In a bar, with cockroaches leaping about.
Once you had the words, your path to the palm trees
From where did they come with their walls ?
You turned aside to watch
The light of the distant masts
Rising and falling
Between the sobs and the sighs.
A bitter equation
To remain as you are,
Tossed upon the sand
Sketching a horizon, then erasing it
a flash of lightning, then removing it.
The near sky is more desirable
The distant sky
more beautiful
But the guards boots
Will bar you from the realm of nostalgia which twines
between the blossoms of your heart and the window.
A difficult equation
To exchange a dream for an illusion,
A woman for another
An exile for an exile.
And I ask :
Where is the path ?!
Amman, 11 January, 1994
(That Sama ghariba page 34)
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