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My Lot in the Days of the Lord

I divide the days of the lord
Into sunlit and sunless
I found joy in the first of these
Delight and peace of mind

Yet the sun has been gone for months
And I have no veil to delude me
No memory of rites to inspire me
Nor even the remnants of a dream
To take my mind off this

My days without a shadow
Persist
And persist
Until I’m worn out by my lot
By my division of the days of the lord

Now I divide the days of the lord
Into ordinary and others that are also ordinary
With time I grow used to being
The same in the one and the other

Translation of "Qismatī fī Ayyām Ar-Rabb." Copyright Tarek Eltayeb. By arrangement with the author. Translation copyright 2011 by Kareen James Abu-Zeid. All rights reserved.