Song of a Grain of Dust

"To the soul of Fouad Suleiman"

Emptiness ... emptiness

Frost ... frost

Every grain of dust

calls out

Every ray of the sun

goes dark

A window .... my window

fades away

into the clouds

it folds

As if I had never been,

O my mote,

and the grains of dust

come rolling

down my breast

Snows ... snows

Strange is my birth,

strange my dying

A roaring ... a roaring

Wrinkles upon my skin

and mountains tumbling

and the earth leveling,

spinning

Anguish ... my anguish

at my throat,

O my mote,

and my nooses

overturn

from my resting place

Throngs have died

and the branches

over my hair

sway;

my oak tree wails

Strange ... strange,

that night,

O my homeland

My companions—a fluttering,

their eyes blazing,

their tongue of fire,

for the lash of my tempest,

a hearth among my hearths

Bow down ... bow down,

O my mote,

pray,

O my neighbor,

clasp to yourself

a rib of my ribs,

and raise the lamp

ardently,

and scatter

light

in the sky

of my eternity

Thurayya Malhas

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