To the beautiful spirit “Samar”, I Sprinkle my Letters
Do not enter my memory
In it “Samar” sleeps.
Do not scare her, my loved ones
The moon will be angry with you…
She remains seated
On the balcony of my spirit,
With her long hair
Whispering to the palm trees
Contemplating the moment before sunset.
In between a pulse and a pulse,
My heart beats “Samar”
Loay Hussein Taha
Translated from Arabic by Lina R. Hamadeh