Hazanail - Fatima Al-Dubais

With a helpless lip even to carry itself, I say to sacred sadness: Come here...! I say it... in a language in which a tear breaks on the cheek of a lily, in a language in which a spirit recedes on the bank of emptiness, in a language in which a hidden is shattered in the palm of a poem, like this... without a sensed meaning that speaks the meaning of the stuck grayness with my voice, I struggle with the rhythm that deviates from its moment so I shout with sadness: here is my chest...! Vast as your wound, dazzling as your wound, if your last stab in it, and let your bewildered Dervish die! First edition | 2021 Cover type: paper Size: 21 × 14