Oh traveler,
After ten years,
You are still
Like a spearhead in my side.

translated by Bassam K. Frangieh & Clementina R. Brown

The day I met you
I tore up
All my maps and my prophecies
And became like an Arabian horse.
I smell the scent of your rain
Before it makes me wet,
I hear the rhythm of your voice
Before you speak
I undo your braids
Before you plait them.

translated y Bassam K. Frangieh & Clementina R. Brown