الدروب اليك شهقة من دمي / ضحى بوترعة / ترجمة بديعة بنمراح
my blood trails marching to you Sanglot
More than sovereign deities weaving the mystery
More sovereign than a cloud out of the rain conducting its affairs
More sovereignthan my palm provided by the senses
And than the form of the word arranged in ink
I tour with letters that have joined their beings
After the speech had said its award