Tourist

My childhood is a long way off
My old age is a long way off
My country, my exile, a long way off.
Tourist!
Give me your binoculars
Perhaps I might glimpse a hand or a handkerchief
In this whole world
Waving at me
Take my photograph as I weep
Crouching in my tatters on the steps of the hotel
Write on the back of the picture
" This is a poet from the East. "
Spread your handkerchief on the pavement
And sit beside me under this tender rain
Let me disclose to you a great secret:
" Go dismiss all your guides
Throw to the mud ... to the fire
All the notes and impressions you've written
Any old peasant in this land
Can tell you with two verses from our sad " Ataba songs
All the history of the East
As he rolls his cigarette in front of his tent. "
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Muhammad Al-Maghut
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