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    The Orphan
    by Muhammad al Maghut

    Oh! The dream, the dream!
    My sturdy gilded wagon
    Has broken down
    Its wheels have scattered like gypsies everywhere.
    One night I dream of spring
    And when I woke
    Flowers had covered my pillow.
    I dreamt once of the sea
    And in the morning
    My bed was full of shells and fins of fishes
    But when I dreamt of freedom
    Spears were surrounding my neck
    Like the morning halo.
    From now on you will not find me
    In ports or among trains
    But there ... in public libraries
    Falling asleep over the maps of the world
    (As the orphan sleeps on the pavement)
    Where my lips touch more than one river
    And my tears stream
    From continent to continent.

    Translation by May Jayyusi and John Heath-Stubbs

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