Black A, white E, red I, green U, blue O: vowels, Someday I shall recount your latent births. - Arthur Rimbaud

!فليَثِبِ الفكر حراً وسيؤمن الإنسان

Let it come, let it come The time that we will love. So patient have I been That I’ve forgetten everything: Fear and suffering Have departed for the heavens, And an unholy thirst Darkens my veins. Let it come, let it come The time that we will love. Like the field Left to forgetfulness, Growing and flowering With incense and weeds, And the fierce buzzing Of dirty flies. Let it come, let it come The time that we will love. I loved the desert, burnt orchards, musty shops, tepid drinks. I dragged myself through stinking alleys, and with eyes closed I offered myself to the sun, the god of fire.

I! I who fashioned myself a sorcerer or an angel, who dispensed with all morality, I have come back to earth.