Salah Abdel Sabour
Which May Prove Useful - Poem by Salah Abdel Sabour
My position, my lords, I take
At the end of the corridor;
We are, all in all, four:
The court jester,
The official historian,
And the minstrel.
We have neither names nor swords
And all are hirelings.
The gilded robes we wear
Are borrowed from the Sultan's wardrobe
With whom we have a vast friendship Deep
and vast like an abyss!
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