Translated from Mahmoud Darwish's "State of Siege"
To Love:
Oh love, you bird of the invisible!
Let's forget about the eternal blue and the fevers of absence.
Come to my kitchen, we'll fix dinner together.
I'll cook, and you pour the wine,
and choose what songs you wish to remind us
of the neutrality of the place, and the chaos of emotions. If
it's said you're a type of djinn... believe it!
and if it's said you're a type of flu... believe it!
Look at yourself and tear your veil. But now
you're near me, tame, gentle, peeling garlic, and after dinner
choose an old emotional film,
So we can see how the two stars there
become the the observers here