Only
A lazy noon
stirs me from your memory to this glass of tea
and a wondering embrace
In a mood busy with inquisitiveness
I smell the lees of the scent
that lingers
behind you
I sense your shade in the shadows
in the dregs of all that gossip -
Oh you sinner!
Like a rumoured prophet's advent
you slide from the ripe fruit of sleep
afire with ideas, your flashing wit
The literal translation of this poem was made by Sabry Hafez
The final translated version of the poem is by Sarah Maguire
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