باللغة الإنجليزية
Saadia mufarreh
Translated by Nay Hannawi
He mixes his colours
whenever he notices tow eyes worth painting,
or the hem of a coloured dress
or the break of a dove
or even a broken glass.
He makes hasty brush strokes on the white haze
in front of him, challenging
whenever the skies look wider
and the distinguishing features
are further apart from each other.
He paints
whenever his chest beats with bottled-up sorrow.