أول مبارح

شفت البناية عم بتميل

عم تتمدّد، عم بتنام عالطريق

شفت التخت تحت ماشي

برّا الوقت والمكان

شفت الركام شبح

أول مبارح، والطير سارح

وحبيبي ما شاف شي

أول مبارح

شفت الخزاين بلا بواب

شفت الشراشف مغسولة بالغياب

شفت الكتب والدفاتر

عم تتطاير بالهوا

شفت القلام حطب

أول مبارح، والخبر جارح

وحبيبي ما سامع شي

أول مبارح

شفت القصايد بلا بيوت

شفت الرسايل عم تتلاشى بالفلا

شفت القصص قفص حابسة

حابسة معنى الوجود

شفت الأسامي نمل

يضرب يحفر بالرمل، أول مبارح

أول مبارح، والدمع مالح

وحبيبي ما قال شي

The day before yesterday,

I saw the building sway,

Stretch out, sleep on the street.

I saw the bed walking

Out of space and time.

The rubble looked like a ghost

The day before yesterday, and the birds were wandering,

and my beloved saw nothing.

The day before yesterday,

I saw cupboards with no doors.

I saw sheets cleansed with absence.

I saw books and notebooks

Scattered to the wind.

I saw the pen turned into firewood.

The day before yesterday, and the news was a wound,

and my beloved heard nothing.

The day before yesterday,

I saw poems with no verse.

I saw letters fading away.

I saw stories turned to prison cells,

holding captive the meaning of existence.

I saw names like ants,

battering and digging in the sand.

The day before yesterday.

The day before yesterday, and the tears were salty,

and my beloved said nothing.