|Everywhere The Sheikh
Sated, drunk, and sleepy
I lie on pillows of fire,
on my right the sheikh, to my left the sheikh,
everywhere the sheikh.
An abayah is wrapped around his head
like a crown of ghosts, a galabiya
on his thin body, barefoot
he stands on all fours,
sobs like a blind beast.
Suddenly he sprouts a wagging tail,
his ears open to my sweet tune.
Afterwards he vanishes, a pale bubble,
like my drunkeness.
İRachel Eshed. İtr. David Cooper. The Hebrew text is a digitized copy
taken from HAVTACHOT KATANOT(LITTLE
PROMISES) published by
Hakibbutz Hameuchad Publishing House Ltd., P.O.B. 1432, Bnei Brak 51114
(Tel Aviv) in 1996; with permission.