بصمتك اعلم انك لا تشعر

كنت اسامح المسافرين لبرودة وداعاتهم

و اقول في قارة نفسي ان الانشغال هو السبب

فيكون توضيب الحقائب اشد ايلاما من تناقس قبلي

و ترتيب المواعيد اكثر اهمية من مكالماتنا الاخيرة 

لا بأس لان مصاعب السفر تشغل الانسان عن احبابه

كنت أؤمن ان الباقون هم اكثر المتألمون

لأنهم من سيشعر بالفراغ الملموس

في الغرفة، على الفراش، طاولة الافطار

إلا عندما رأيت آلام الفراق تهد واجهة ابي عند رحيله

كلنا باقون و كنا تعودنا على فراقه

و لكنه بالرغم من بيعه بيتنا القديم و ذكرياتنا

يشعر بغيابنا بسفره اكثر منا

وهكذا تعلمت ان حزن الوداع ليس مضمون اتجاهاته

و لا الانشغال او الاثاث المهمل

بل ان العلامة الوحيدة هي

ادراك الفراغ في القلب

و الخوف

على فقدان مؤنسي الروح

Darwish in English makes sense

While Waiting 

While waiting, I become obsessed with observing
the many possibilities: maybe she forgot her small
suitcase on the train, and my address got lost
and her mobile phone got lost, so she lost her appetite
and said: No share of the light drizzle for him /
Or maybe she got busy with an urgent matter or a journey
to the south to visit the sun, and called
but didn’t find me in the morning, because
I had gone to buy some gardenia for our evening 
and two bottles of wine /
Or maybe she was in dispute with her ex-husband 
over matters of memory, and she swore not to see
another man who might threaten her with making memories /
Or maybe she crashed into a taxi on the way
to see me, which extinguished some planets in her galaxy.
And she is still being treated with tranquilizers and sleep /
Or maybe she looked in the mirror before going out
of herself, felt two large pears
making waves on her silk, then sighed and hesitated:
Does anyone else other than myself deserve my womanhood /
Or maybe she ran, by coincidence, into an old 
love she hadn’t healed from, and joined him for dinner /
Or maybe she died,
because death loves suddenly, like me,
and death, like me, doesn’t love waiting

http://www.universeofpoetry.org/palestine_darwish-tribute.shtml