The day I met you by Nizar Kabbani

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

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