Darwish: If You Were Not the Rain, My Love

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If you were not the rain, my love, then be the tree

Saturated and bountiful, be the tree.

And if you were not the tree, my love, then be the stone

Saturated and moist,  be the stone.

And if you were not the stone, my love, then be the moon

In the dream of the loved one, be the moon.

This is what a woman said to her son at his funeral.

~~Excerpt from Under Siege by Mahmoud Darwish~~

Translated from the Arabic by Taline Voskeritchian and Christopher Millis

(Thanks, S., for the archive!)

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About Taline Voskeritchian

Writing teacher at Boston University; translator (from Arabic and Armenian); prose writer; occasional editor; incurable wanderer.
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