She-Camel's Paradise Poem by Ibn Hamda A

Sit at the narrowest point of the valley and ask the green-eyed she-camels about all the women you've forsaken for them,

About the swords, spears and horses, which are buried in blood that never drains,

About the collapsed moon, the shrinking sun, and the fading light,

About the waste gardens of bones, the landfills, and the endless plight.

Let your beauty, oh she-camels paradise my feelings, fears, and shortcomings.