Fady Joudah & Mahmoud Darwish
MIS/TRANSLATION
 

I Waited for No One

 

I’ll know, no matter how often you go with the wind, how
to bring you back. I’ll know from where your faraway comes.
So go as memories go to their endless
wells, you won’t find a Sumerian woman carrying an urn
of echo waiting for you
As for me, I’ll know how to bring you back
So go led by the flutes of ancient sea peoples
and by salt caravans in their endless march. And go
while your anthem slips away from me and you and from my time,
and search for a new horse that makes its free rhythm
dance. You won’t find the impossible, as it was
the day I found you, the day my passion birthed you,
waiting for you,
as for me, I’ll know how to bring you back
And go with the river from one fate
to another, the wind is ready to uproot you
from my moon, and the last words on my trees
are ready to fall on Trocadero square. And look
behind you to find the dream, go
to any east or west that exiles you more,
and keeps me one-step farther from my bed
and from one of my sad skies. The end
is beginning’s sister, go and you’ll find what you left
here, waiting for you
I did not wait for you, I waited for no one.
I should have combed my hair
slowly in the manner of lonely women
in their nights, and pondered my needs, and broken
a bottle of perfume above the marble, and prevented
myself from attention to herself
in winter, as if I were telling her: Warm me up
my woman and I’ll warm you up, and take care of your hands,
for what’s their concern with heaven’s descent
to earth or earth’s journey to heaven,
take care of your hands so that they carry you: “Your hands
are your masters” as Eluard said . . . So go
I want you or I don’t want you.

 

I did not wait for you, I waited for no one.
I should have poured some wine
in two broken glasses, and prevented myself
from attention to herself while waiting for you!


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