There Is No Secret In My Body

She didn't come. I said: and she won't... So then

I will rearrange the evening to suit my disappointment and her absence:

I extinguished the fire of her candles,

I turned on the electric light,

 I drank her glass of wine and broke it,

I replaced the fast violin music with Persian songs.

 I said: She won't come.

 I'll remove the elegant necktie [this way I'm more comfortable]

 I'll wear blue pajamas. I'll walk barefoot if I wish.

 I'll sit cross-legged in relaxation on her couch, so I forget her and forget all the things of absence/

I returned what I had prepared for our party to their drawers.

And I opened all my windows and curtains.

 There is no secret in my body before the night except

what I waited for and what I lost...

Mahmoud Darwish