I buried in your subservient entrails,
in the head, the hands and eyes,
a minaret;
I buried two corpses,
the Earth and the sky.
O, tribe,
O, womb of wasps,
and mill of the wind.
Songs of Mihyar the Damamscene
Translated by: Kamal Abu-Deeb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O bizarre sight the rue of hue look I bury me and myself into me my body is my shrine......