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Najwan Darwish
VOICELESS CHAMBERS
He is hung now on a piece of woodand all I can do is scream
in these chambers no voice can penetrate:
He is hung now on a piece of wood
Night and day
in winter and summer
in wind, fire, earth, water
in darkness and light
he is hung now:
The world is hung on a piece of wood
© Translation: 2012, Kareem James Abu-Zeid
Stille kamers
Hij hangt nu aan een stuk houtIk kan alleen maar schreeuwen
In deze geluidwerende kamers
Hij hangt nu aan een stuk hout
’s Nachts en overdag
In winter en zomer
In wind en vuur, aarde en water
In donker en licht
Hij hangt
De wereld hangt aan een stuk hout
© Vertaling: 2012, Kees Nijland & Asad Jaber
© 2012, Najwan Darwish
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VOICELESS CHAMBERS
He is hung now on a piece of woodand all I can do is scream
in these chambers no voice can penetrate:
He is hung now on a piece of wood
Night and day
in winter and summer
in wind, fire, earth, water
in darkness and light
he is hung now:
The world is hung on a piece of wood
© 2012, Kareem James Abu-Zeid
VOICELESS CHAMBERS
He is hung now on a piece of woodand all I can do is scream
in these chambers no voice can penetrate:
He is hung now on a piece of wood
Night and day
in winter and summer
in wind, fire, earth, water
in darkness and light
he is hung now:
The world is hung on a piece of wood
© 2012, Kareem James Abu-Zeid
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