[أم بدر الدين]

Loneliness



Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote, it climbs
to heaven, which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.

It rains down on us in those twittering
hours when the streets turn their faces to the dawn,
and when two persons who have found nothing,
disapointed and depressed, roll over;
and when two people who despise eachother
have to talk to eachother-

that is when loneliness receives the rivers...