Chapter One
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I was profoundly broken
and so the plumb line dangled down
in the alphabet of emptiness
resounding as a conflagration in a skull
as bells being rung by hurricanes
in the sands of an abandoned day
in which nobody resides
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I was broken
and so my craziness streamed out
along slaughtered paths
running without direction
without legs or bags
and all around me pedestrians were planted
with their distorted eyes wandering
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Sweeping away what had accumulated
of perished glories
and remains of sultans,
their clubs once shining in the clay of coagulated blood
in the faces of morning buried alive
in Their Highnesses' courts
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I was broken
and so my craziness streamed out,
a flood of melted agate
in a waiting test tube
along the sidewalks of isolation
and the clamorous waving
of the wheels paralyzed by erosion
and by asphalt scented with the rancidity of whips
and by quagmires that receive their wages
after a downpour of weariness.
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Chapter Two
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O, Homer,
why are you glaring at me like that?
Do you expect me
to glorify those monstrosities
that you call gods!
to decorate the insult of the moment
and the fracturing of the shadow!
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I did not rape Helen
I did not provoke Basus
I only obtained a flame
for a shivering lady,
a lady with a gleaming yearning
living on the outskirts of the horizon
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So, why did they hammer the wedge into my chest
inflicting the beast upon me
to maul my liver
And why did they put before me
an emaciated mosquito
to watch the beast's claws
and recite to me the lyrics of the mills
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Why do you stare at me thus?
O, all ye present and absent,
Believe me, I am not guilty
of atrophying the carnation's placenta
or ravishing the blossom
It is not I who invented the funeral
or adorned the wailing
I am not at all guilty
for you being the way you are.
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Chapter Three
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Her child cried for a long time,
that glistening lady
on the boundaries of my absence
his bleating continuing
ever since the igniters of blazes razed Rome
destroyed Babylon
crucified the moons on the outskirts of the hearts
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ever since they made the weeping of the doves
the title of their conquests
ever since they seized what remains
of the embers of the yearning
ever since they pursued the poems
and confiscated the songs and swings of lovers
ever since they constructed the cells to imprison the dreams
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ever since they wrote with their spears the laws of darkness
ever since they drew the curtains on the sun's eyes
ever since they drowned with silt the flowers of the glare
ever since long ago was near
when they engraved the genealogy of the gods
and crossed out the faces of the revolutionaries
from the ingenious gifts of the grass
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ever since they hammered the wedge into my chest,
and inflicted upon me the odious beast
and her child waded into the desolate region
searching for a pumpkin leaf
to cover his exposed intestines
and for a secure port to anchor his lost ship
And so there passed since he was orphaned
a march of thousands of parasangs
of gasps and sobs.
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Chapter Four
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O, sun that streams between my hands
O, riches that dress up strangeness
when lilies migrate
to meadows where there is no forgetfulness
The visible glistening, that free carnelian
is only alluring glitter
of the singing resplendence between my fingertips
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O, abundance, O, ebullition
I have become endlessly crazy,
amassing alleys to sing out of context
I want to run in the space of the lilacs
And this bright strumming
is only the call of the furrows
and the tattooed nebula
on the lips of eternity
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Let me see my body perfumed with this glistening
and my face tanned by your profuse gifts
Let me see your hidden zabarjad
to die migrating in a dream
I want to have this volcanic ivy
fenced in by your Salsabilic presence
and I am afraid to spread my lips and have dew burn
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And that dance on your lips
is the zulal's thorn,
a moonlit night where blades of rainbows grow
So, let it come this verdant twilight of dawn,
inflicting my neck like a blade
which will never be able
to shred the limbs of distractedness
because tomorrow is the Festival of Lilies
and we have prepared pavilions of honey.
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[incomplete translation -- Chapters 5 through 12 remain]
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