{ Adonis: Homeland. }

[delga]

Homeland
by Adonis (trans. Michael Beard & Adnan Haydar)

To faces shrunk under a mask of sadness
I bow down. To the paths where I forgot my tears,
for a father who died green, like a cloud,
a sail still unfurled in his face,
I bow down. To a child who has been sold
so he might pray and shine shoes.
(All of us in my country, we pray. All of us shine shoes.)

And to rocks where my hunger engraved a message:
This rock is really rain rolling under my eyelids, it’s lightning.
And I bow down to a house whose soil I carried with me
when I was lost. These all are my homeland. Not Damascus.