All alone,
peering out the window
before sunrise,
I return the greetings:
Two sparrows, ash-colored,
tinted with clouds,
turn their eyes to me
and say: 'good dawn sir'
and fly with the breeze
far away… far away…
and my heart leaps
and I cry…
and cry…
and cry…
(Translated from Arabic by Nizar Sartawi)
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