Nizar Qabbani: Footnotes
28. May 2015 08:46
Five thousand years
Growing beards
In our caves.
Our currency is unknown.
Our eyes are a haven for flies.
Friends,
Smash the doors,
Wash your brains,
Wash your clothes.
Friends,
Read a book,
Write a book,
Grow words, pomegranates and grapes,
Sail to the country of fog and snow.
Nobody knows you exist in caves.
People take you for a breed of mongrels.