Tomorrow, I shall die
Like everyone alive, I shall die
Death will not warn me
Will not give me a chance to say, any last words
Some friends will wail over me
Some shall rejoice
And I… Shall be dead.
I will not care for none;
Not for he, who stole a couple of my verses
Not for a friend who claims he taught me how to write
I shall not laugh, I shall not cry
I'll be absolutely dead.
And in my short commemoration,
They will say things that happened
Things that didn't.
And it all won't mean a thing;
I shall be dead.
Like everyone dead,
Like everyone who will die,
Cold and motionless
My face with no describable expression
And yet, what already hurts the most
Is that I never said to you, what I longed to say
Way before all this happened.
Translated from Arabic by Nida Awine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem