Siesta

by Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

A shared tomb
a burnt corpse
as you dream

I make tea for you
from what little we have
with your graceful preparations

We dread
being apart
We long
to become ashes

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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