Saguia

by Zahra el Hasnaui

(To that childhood companion, always present at a distance,my river Saguia)

They say
the night takes possession
of your indigo,
violet and cobalt hues.
That, in your lap,
all the kisses of salt
dry up.

They say
the wind's sonata
takes flight
as a symphony
of crazy sounds
orchestrated
by astonishment

It has never known
the darts
of the snake

I will return
wrapped in a cloak
of red stars

I will return
to mend
the bitter waters

To die and be reborn
in the heart
of the Atlantic

The literal translation of this poem was made by Tom Boll

The final translated version of the poem is by Sarah Maguire

Comments

  1. February 26th, 2010 at 5:32 pm

    Afric McGlinchey says:

    A really evocative poem, Zahra and Sarah (similar names!) A translation, is, perhaps, a whole new poem. No doubt the original is also stunning, but as Valzhyna Mort once said,'a translation is like a man - if he's beautiful, he's unfaithful.'