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| The Veiling PreVeils, by Gaia |
Who am I?
Where is this life leading me?
High fever?
May be;
But the wedding must go on.
Duff [1] beating: deribik, deribik, deribik, da
Spiritual ritual
that's moving
Henna night.
Tattooed tender fingers,
is she ready - the bride?
The duff goes on beating teribit, teribit, teribit ta
A musician playing
electric guitar
In a galabiya [2]
And I am crying out in solitude
Between the Changing Of The Masks:
Who am I?
Where do I belong?
The Dervishes go on spinning
Teribit, deribik, tra la la la!
[1] : A sort of hand held large drum, made of camel skin.
[2]: Arabic name of the long national dress men wear.
(c) 1995, Sahar Huneidi
Read Other Poems By Sahar:
Breakfast On Friday The 11th of April 1986, Virtual Reality, If You Were A Vase
