by Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

They say they're too young for me
They see right through me
and brush me off with coy excuses
Tearful, I retreat
behind a wall eroded by longing

Race to resemble them -
dress in deceit
disavow insight

Follow them
and I will be revealed -
a hunter quarrying the translucent shadows

At night you will see tears
seep from a ringed star
fixed at the ends of existence

The literal translation of this poem was made by Atef Alshaer

The final translated version of the poem is by Sarah Maguire


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