the passing

The Passing
“Translated poem”

As the evening
enters and
darkness falls
without
a warning
in me;
a fire is lit,
my heart is
burning
with desire you,
this makes
me so
thirsty
that your
vision pales
and i think
of cool water


al-Radi BI-LLah
ca. 1023
poemas arabigo-andaluzes

I think
of cold,
clear water