Posted by Radical Jew on February 26, 2018
I looked in the mirror one day and saw that I was beautiful and had reached the time of marriage
I see an orchard
Where the time has come
But I do not see
A gardener reaching out a hand
Towards its fruits.
Youth goes, vanishing; I wait alone
For somebody I do not wish to name
‘Seeing Herself Beautiful and Nubile’, trans. by Christopher Middleton and Leticia Garza-Falcón, in Arabic Poems: A Bilingual Edition, ed. by Marlé Hammond (New York: Everyman, 2014), p. 131.