1. The railway between Casablanca and Marrakesh

    does not sleep

  2. or draw a breath all day.

    It is as though the trains of the world run

  3. over her arms

    while she tries to catch

  4. .

    ***

    fleeing arrival stations.

    ***

  5. On the roads of life, my steps go crooked,

    and at times they straighten for me.

  6. My mistake does not shame me if I do not

    harm anyone in committing it.

  7. ***

    ؟

    ***

    What does Muharram hide in its bag?

  8. I cannot see the unseen or what lies hidden.

    Will it arrive auspiciously and lift a hardship,

  9. ؟

    or will our blood continue to be spilled?

    This Muharram, surely, is like the others

  10. so long as unity among us is torn down,

    and the West dictates what we must do,

  11. while justice among us still cries out in grievance.

Sol 6