It is as if I stumbled upon this city by chance, and I became | Thoughts Hub

It is as if I stumbled upon this city by chance, and I became entrusted with its destruction.

It is as if they saw me pulling handkerchiefs from my soul to wipe away its soot, and spinning from a wasted life a loincloth for its exposed grief.

As if I take care of all those who are angry with them, the dagger with which the first father was killed is in my waist, the whale that swallowed my brother is stuck in the house basin, the wolf that tore a shirt sewn by a blind mother is there, played by the wind on the rope outside, and the stones that slashed the head of the imam I hide behind my back.

But in reality I am only an empty-handed watchman guarding my sorrows, the sorrows of the city and the thieves there, frolicking in distant paradises.