Anmar Merdan
Translated by Hamid Alshammari
Perhaps I will be beautiful one day
Wearing a shirt without color
Walking around the sea
Though I have not seen it
Throwing my question towards God
And explaining the words
Of the passersby around me.
Perhaps I will not be beautiful at all
Cursing my face whenever
A woman or a mirror came near it
The strange thing in the idea is that
I am alone when I pray
I do not need a beard which I hunt my disappointment with
I may be the absent
And everyone waits for my clarity
And there is no replier
I may be a poet and here is the disaster
I throw my words to any beggar
Who is ashamed to tell me
That I am very empty
And I maybe
