If you ever come
to a wide, white land
dotted with towering black statues
crossed by the slow tracks of camels and Bedouin,
remember there exists a land with no master and no owner,
the mirror and the soul of all innocent people
Ali Salem Iselmu (born 1970) Western Sahara
Translated by Lucy Frankel, Antonio Martinez Arboleda and Sarah Maguire
Source: Poetry Translation Centre
Nice find
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