Before . . . Poem by Nazih Abou Afach
Before . . .
I know that you, tomorrow, after laying me down,
Will put your rose wreaths on my grave.
What do you think now,
Before you embroil me in death
And yourself in grief,
What do you think now
Of bestowing on me and yourself the ring's corruption,
And of sending some of the timeworn roses, wilting in your urn,
To my wedding feast?
Translation: , John Peate
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