My heart

Does not sleep in his eastern home

Which is furnished with myths

And tales of grandmothers

Around winter's fireplaces

My heart is homeless.

***

Tomorrow,

When the sky opens its grocery,

I will purchase seven stars

And light them in front of his bed

To learn the knowledge of residing.

***

My heart

Does not wear a sweater in winter

To protect him from distance's coldness

When it blows from the gates of sleeplessness

My heart is cold.

***

Tomorrow,

When the sky opens its grocery,

I will purchase seven clouds

To cover his fervid panting

To learn the knowledge of tenderness.

***

My heart

Does not eat regularly

And rushes into conflicts

With unknown streets

My heart is quarrelsome.

***

Tomorrow

When the sky opens its grocery,

I will purchase seven plates

Of manna and solace

And introduce him to

A polite sidewalk

To learn the knowledge of friendship.

***

My heart

Does not memorize his lessons well

And in every storm

He fails in using his wings

My heart is lazy.

***

Tomorrow,

When the sky opens its grocery

I will purchase seven rainbows

To carry him on their colorful spectrum

To learn the knowledge of space!

***

* Translated from the original Arabic by the poet