The Grandchildren of Sinbad

by Abdul-Razzaq al-Rubai

     Design by Lena Hyasat















When the boards of our broken ship were broken
And the horizon grew pitch black,
We gathered our tears
And the letters of the drowned
And we wondered:
Have we arrived on dry land
Or have we lit our night stoves
On the backs of whales?

Translated by Salaam Yousif and Brenda Hillman

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