From the Threshold to the Sky

As the sad rain
Covers my sad face
I dream of a ladder of dust
Of hunched backs
Made up of palms of hands pressed on knees
On which I'll climb to the topmost heavens
And find out
Where our sighs and our prayers have gone to
Oh, my love!
All those prayers and sighs
All those sobs and groans
From millions of lips and breasts
Through millennia, through centuries
Must have gathered, like clouds, somewhere in the sky
It is even possible
That my words are now
Adjacent to the words of Christ
Let us wait then for the sky to let fall its tears,
Author of original: 
Muhammad Al-Maghut
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