Small Fox
Suddenly - a small fox, playful,
floods your wounded heart with joy
He searches your face with his singular gaze,
knows you're at one with his vagabond stance
That very night I longed for you,
I missed your exquisite arousal,
I yearned for the moon that knew our names
That shattered glass forgotten,
the skittish squirrel gone -
leaving us everything: night, and wine
And as for me - I am drunk with thirst,
I am shaking with desire for you -
but here there's not a fox to be found
Khartoum 14th June, 2006
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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noufal says:
simple but excellent