Treasure Island

Saif Al Rahbi

(1956 / Oman)

Music


When I go out,
I leave the music on
to guard the souls of the dead,
music of the ancients that carries
the smell of grass,
and guards the gardens of Babylon
hanging in the depths.
When I go out
I leave everything closed in on itself
except for the music throbbing in the empty lounges
and some oysters,
which I picked from the shore
on the night of the storm.

Submitted: Friday, November 15, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 15, 2013
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Translated by: Abdulla al-Harrasi

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