How exciting you are!

Like a bundle of light that has just discovered a keyhole

Keep sneaking…

Coating your words with delight

Thrusting them into my waiting ears

You see, It is quite dark in here,

In this ancient head of mine!

What kind of a wisdom would anyone expect from blind owls?

from this forest

where they threaten my face with fire

should I seek for truth

for any glimpse of light

Oh light…

Oh lust…

Enter my head, in peace.

TRANSLATED FROM ORIGINAL ARABIC: AMAL IBRAHIM

KINDLY REVISED BY THE POET: GEORGE SZIRTES