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Mourid Barghouti

Counsel

Perplexed and not knowing what to do,
he summoned us
and we obeyed.
We stood under his marble balcony:
he looked sad.
His hands have been shaking
since a fortune-teller said to him:
"You'll die if you do not seek somebody's counsel"
He cleared his throat
and mapped us with his eyes.
We almost believed that,
for once,
in a thousand years,
he'd give one of us the chance to speak.
He reached out for a looking-glass,
raised it,
stared at it,
asked it to speak out.
When it did,
he thanked it
then smashed it
lest it should get used
to the right to speak.

Translated by Radwa Ashour
Midnight and Other Poems