On the strings of veins she placed her presence, mirrors reflecting her shadow

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