The keys that open doors
are the keys that close them,
and the keys strangled in chains
have nothing but the drama of tinkling.
But the key that dies in my pocket
reminds me it is time
that i became a reasonable woman
who lives in a house
without keys, without doors.

ألمح الفجر العميقا
I catch a glimpse of a deep dawn

وأرى الأمس العتيقا
And I see ancient yesterday

وأرى ما لست أدري
And I see what I do not know

وأحس الكون يجري
And I feel the universe flowing

بين عينيك وعيني
Between my eye and yours