the first time
i saw a Bedouin in
St. Catherine
he drove us in his
old white car
fading with the dust
everywhere
he has four wives
and eighteen children
and four horses
he owns no house
but he has also five camels
he tells his story
about Moses and Sinai
and the burning bush and
the tablets
at twelve the monks will
hold mass
inside the monastery
we have to pay him
30 U.S. dollars each.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem