Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Travel Tickets by Samih al-Qasim


Travel Tickets

The day I'm killed,
my killer, rifling through my pockets, 
will find travel tickets:
One to peace,
one to the fields and the rain,
and one 
to the conscience of humankind.

Dear killer of mine, I beg you:
Do not stay and waste them.
Take them, use them.
I beg you to travel.

(Translated by A.Z. Foreman)

 

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