Your heart thumps —
as if she were already
at your door.
Or — as if expecting her —
all the birds in the midday sky
arrive to clamour at your window.
An age of patience.
A forest of fluttering.
The literal translation of this poem was made by Hafiz Kheir
The final translated version of the poem is by Sarah Maguire
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