Translation by Jonas Yamer & Abdullah Miniawy
Released September 6, 2019 on whities
Zawaj
In the name of the glorified rose
the fruit
the flower
who never fills her jar
Sacrifice her grandfather.
Lift the curtain.
Peel her.
Haj
I beg you, man who ploughs,
if I leave after witnessing the accident,
please do not erase its traces.
Hela
The boys of the mountain
did not return without Hela.
The boys of the mountain
returned for Hela.
The boys of the mountain
came back down from Hela.
A'laj
Mostly, we obey this.
Generally, we obey
without knowing how to detach.
Mostly, we taste this
while hanging on to that.
Zyaj
Dear Gaia,
if the breast has grown too heavy,
give it to the chosen one.
B'aj
The Act of Falling from the 8th Floor
Everyone is standing behind you.
Their hands reach toward you,
trying to make you feel valuable.
But among them
you cannot find a single thing
worth holding.
The ringing of molars against spoons
makes you forget the height.
You are going to be all right,
I am sure.
And I will remain
stuck between two floors.
The Act of Falling from the 7th Floor
Once you forgive your ears,
the skipping rope becomes
a hangman's rope.
An official order
has been issued for your arrest.
So tell me,
what do you want to hold?
A flower.
A piece of concrete.
The exposed wires.
Your wife's arm
or your neighbour's.
A birdcage.
Windows.
Walls.
Slides.
Everything is sliding.
The situation
is full of slides.
The Act of Falling from the 6th Floor
I am hanging by the collar.
My body waves
in the open air.
I have just broken
the metal arm
that held me.
The whole neighbourhood
watches from below
as I occupy
this elevated position.
Every one of them
reaches out for me.
They think
I am a burglar.
The Act of Falling from the 5th Floor
The tickets to the theatre
cost too much.
We are paid too little.
Open the gates
for the people
who keep knocking.
The Act of Falling from the 4th Floor
Your forced leg
strikes the columns.
You spin.
Your fingernails
begin to recognise the metal.
In the name of mercy
and the receiver.
The Act of Falling from the 3rd Floor
All the names
have moved too far away.
The ground
is coming closer.
Someone is ploughing
your eyebrows
to gather the earth
for the final floor.
The Act of Falling from the 2nd Floor
An ambulance.
An insurance company.
Interviewers.
Reporters.
People with circular mouths.
I slide across
their eyeballs.
The starers.
The clever ones.
Their eyes
have become the last
surface beneath me.
The Act of Falling from the 1st Floor
High diving
from the first floor.
They take you back up.
Floor number nine.