In the Presence of Absence - Mahmoud Darwish

Line by line, I scatter you in front of me with efficiency that I did not give except in the readings / And as you commanded me, I stand now in your name to thank your mourners for this last journey, and I invite them to shorten the farewell and go to a celebratory dinner befitting your memory. Green or yellow in your absence. And allow me to make your pain and your name, as the olive harvesters forget the grains hidden by the pebbles. And let us go together, you and I, on two paths: You, to a second life, promised to you by the language, in a reader who may survive the fall of a meteorite on Earth. And I, to a date that I postponed more than once, with death I promised him a glass of red wine in one of the poems. The poet has no shame if he lies. And he only lies in love.