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Paradise of the First Buffaloes

Saadi Youssef | Poetry, Translations

translated by Khaled Mattawa

If only this country, that was once water
would return to what it was: water.

What to say for myself now that time has pushed me to the edge,
now that the covenant has broken.

Baghdad is a prison,
Basra stricken with cancer,
Al-Qaeda in Mosul.

What brings water and fire together?
What brings clay to fire?
What joins bird and fire?

And that country that was once water
is no longer bound by language and song.

Monsters of ancient ages roam its deserts
preparing a feast from her children’s flesh.

Perhaps the ones happy with their chains
have read the clay tablets of Babylon,
or the statues of Ashur,
or the papyri of Sumer,
or half a line that mentions a country named Iraq.

Perhaps.

But the buffalo chew the cud,
and chew,
and chew.

So, what’s the use?