Translated by Soheil Najm
Iraq that is going away
With every step its exiles take....
Iraq that shivers
Whenever a shadow passes.
I see a gun's muzzle before me,
Or an abyss.
Iraq that we miss:
Half of its history, songs and perfume
And the other half is tyrants.
Poems from "Slightly Quarrelsome Texts"
Published in "Atlanta Review - Iraq" by Poetry Atlanta, Inc.
Volume XIII, Issue number 2, Spring/Summer 2007, USA