they all meet under the moon
under the palm trees of their desert
beside the flowing river of an oasis
where the camels sleep
they form a circle and look upon
the sorrows of their hearts
and then one begins to sing
as the other joins with a hum
after that song which serves as
an opening
the leader of the pack formally
declares:
let the poetry begin
let the rains fall heavily on the desert
let there be a flood of tears
let their be an emptying of the hearts
let all the hands of the soul open
let us all be, as we all wished,
be fully alive
and then one of those who weeps so hard
begins to disrobe and dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem