Not a star, not a prophet's inspiration
not a pious face worshiping the moon,
here he comes like a pagan spear
invading the land of alphabets
bleeding, raising his hemorrhage to the sun.
Here he comes wearing the stone's nakedness
thrusting his prayers into caves.
Here he comes
embracing the weightless earth.
Adonis, Selected Poems (de Songs of Mihyar of Damascus, 1961), Khaled Mattawa (trad.), Yale/Margelios, 2010.