Red Pearls

High quality art print by 

Yasmeen Abdallah -

He said to her: My memory is a pomegranate,

Should I deseed it on you aril by aril

And scatter it on you like red pearls

Befitting a goodbye that does not ask me for anything other than to forget

She said: My long hair is used to you

I used to let it down every evening

Wheat spirals in the palm of your hand

I used to leave it hanging..

Like a summer star on your shoulders.

So how can you get over my hair friendliness?

And leave it to autumn and leave

And you were resting your forehead on it

And you flirt with it with your hands and it spins

And how do I tell my sad comb?

If it comes to me about your affection, he asks..

Answer me. Even once, my dear

If you go away…

What should I do with my hair?

Mahmoud Darwish