“I know what ruins your heart, pierced
By the peacock, since you were driven a second time from Paradise.
Our whole world has changed, our voices have changed. Even
Our greeting to each other dropped off like a button on sand,
Making no sound.
Say: Good morning!
Say anything to me so that life may be kind to me.”

“Who am I? This
Is a question for others and has no answer. I am my own language,
I am a mu’allaqa… two mu’allaqas… ten,
This is my language
I am my language. I am what was said by the words:
Be My body, and so I was a body, for their rhythm.
I am what I said to the words:
Be a meeting point of my body and eternal desert
Be so that I may be as I say!”

“So let my language conquer
Time the enemy, my descendants,
Myself, my father, and an unending extinction
This is my language and my miracle. A magic wand.”