Attempt number 7 - Mahmoud Darwish

As if I am always scheduled with her, here is the earth completing its orbit, here is the time bearing fruit an apple. Shall we meet? I found no one but her, a woman going, I found no one but a dagger coming. As if her steps are a surprise, death comes suddenly, and as if I am always scheduled with her, I was late... I hurried... If your emptiness is full of moon, I love you, or do I breathe? Wait for the lips, or the lightning? For your body, a voice reminds me of birth when I die (and it is my habit to die many times). I was late... I hurried like lightning!... And I write about lands occupied by others, and I draw a horse in you, stolen by others. I write and draw... Your arms were the opening of sorrow and flowers. I used to return to the earth, I used to mingle with the stones in your palm, and your emptiness was full of moon, as if I am always scheduled with her. Here is the earth completing its orbit, here is the time bearing fruit an apple. And for the time, it gently teases me once, and kills me once. O time, be her hand so I can see her, O time, be her hand so I can see her. Number of pages: 76 Publisher: Dar Al-Ahlia