To My Mother on the Evening
Abdulkhalik Kitan
Translated by:Khaloud Almuttalibi
This cold evening
Surely you know it
Since it reminds you of me
You feel my isolation
Tired, you sleep
I know your fondness for the hens
A thousand times a day
You climb the stairs
The hens were your excuse to cry alone
Away from my father's blame for example
I dream
Always in the cold night
To courteously meet my sins
And pillow my guilt
Terrified I wake up
I cry
I wave to the distant south
O my mother
Who is the noon of mourning and tears
?Will we meet again
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Baghdad
10/12/1997
Immigrants
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