Gift

Tamim Al-Barghouti
Translation: Radwa Ashour


My life is a gift
Given to me
On my zero birthday.

Today I pulled out the ribbon,
Unwrapped the Box
And found lots of things,
Ordinary,
But also wonderful:

A watch of gold,
And of gold
Is every hour in one’s life;

A jack-in-the box
Which makes you laugh
Or scares you to death, it depends;

Two beautiful baby-dolls,
The first a toy,
The second is not;

A prisoner’s crown and the shackles of a king;

I also found a Jack of Spades
You turn him upside down
He stays the same;

I found books;
I found a long video tape labeled
‘Fifty years of conflict between the Zionists and the Arabs’;

I found hell in an inkpot,
And heaven in an inkpot too;

I found an Arab horse on a race track
Covered with glue;

I found a stove with no flames;

At the bottom of the box,
I found a white card with my name on it,
The rest has not yet been written.

♣ ♣ ♣

I did not know what to do with all these things!
Oh, God, thank you,
But why the trouble?

♣ ♣ ♣

I put them all back in the box,

I closed it,
Wrapped it,
Tied the ribbon,
I threw it skywards and up it went,

The gift turned into a host of flying doves
That I will follow forever.

Why did I do that?

I really do not know!


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Source. About the poet. Illustration: © N/A

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