Fatima Nusairat

Circle/Mud Poem

Oh my little one
Leave the cohesive mud circle of blackened stones
Whose lineaments vanished
Like water in the darkness

Leave the calendar accounts
The distances and the fishermen's nets
And stay at mothers prayer
In talismans hidden in the clouds
In the tidings of the rain
Shaded by turtledove wings

Leave the trembling of (Qaf)
The stories of the bells
And the deserts' babble
And go with the revelation of bees

To the oppressed, miserable and broken-hearted
Who sleep in the crannies
Of mountains and pine forests,
In the ...