Prison

Prison

Mahmoud Darwish Translated by: Denys Johnson-Davies/The Music of Human Flesh. The address of my house has changed, And the time when I eat, Changed too the amount of my tobacco, The colour of my clothes, my face, the look of me. Even the moon, So dear to me here, Has become larger, more beautiful, And the smell of the earth: Perfume, And the taste of nature: Sugar. It is as though I am on the roof of my old house And a new star Has riveted itself upon my eye. Zajel / An-Najah National University