All meanings are petrified,
And all what is holy
Loses spirit and reaches its end,
The poets continue what God has started.
A passing coincidence;
Neither a believer nor an unbeliever.
Her manifestation is the body,
And her enemy: the Day of Judgement.
This world is my prison,
And the body
Is a king of miserable,
This soul is myself,
Have been scattered in all souls
And I am
A sole individual.
By Tunisian Poet Ahmad Omar Zaabar
Translation by Myriam Rizkallah