The sun and the heart
Like freedom
Are eternal
The past that lacked
Desire
Is as radiant as
Morning prayer
Soul and myth
Are boughs of one tree
Since both are attached
To the unseen
The visible! The visible!
What sight could possibly pass through
The holiness of your sanctuary
The one rife with talismans
Let us open more than one sky
For our calls
To touch the hem of the moment of sublimation
Oh heart, stop interrogating the unseen
For once you do
One question simply leads you to another
poem by:Jean Dammu
Translated by: Amal Ibrahim
kindly revised by the poet: George Szirtes