Poesía / Mu’in Bseiso
The God of Urushalim2
Let my right hand forget me,
let my beloved’s eyes,
my brother and my only friend
all forget me.
If I remember not
that the God of Urushalim
lies heavily on [the chest of]
our land,
squeezing honey and milk
out of drops of our blood,
to live
and hatch out monsters.
— Mu’in Bseiso
