Sad Saturday Night Poem by Muhammad al-Fayturi

Tonight . . . tonight, o sad-eyed one
The cactus bloomed
Above our ancient tomb, the title cactus
Lavishing its black shade on our remains
As If not satisfied with our estrangement
It imbibes all our souls distill
And stretches above us its hard branches
Covering with them shroudless corpses
Tonight . . . tonight, o beloved
My eyes were with the clouds
And I behind my wall, a corpse imprisoned by a wall
greater than you perceive, o sad-eyed one
A wall dark by day and night
Buries us, digs our grave twice daily
And we are as two corpses
On the scream of death
Tonight, tears . . . tonight, regret
A million flowers trampled underfoot
The smile on a murdered face
Blood from a menstruating face
Torment mixed with disgust
A seal on the lips
A whip on the brow
Even my eternal cup is deface
My sacred cup is ruined
O hideousness of pain