The Earth Opens and Welcomes You

i.m. Tahar Djaout*

The earth opens

and welcomes you

Why these cries, these tears

these prayers

What have they lost

What are they looking for

those who disturb

your new-found peace?

The earth opens

and welcomes you

Now

you’re going to speak without witnesses

O, you’ve got plenty to say

and you’ll have all eternity

The words tarnished by yesterday’s tumults

will gradually burn in silence

The earth opens

and welcomes you

She alone desired you

without you making a move

She waited with none of Penelope’s guile

Her patience was nothing but kindness

and it’s kindness that brought you back to her

The earth opens

and welcomes you

She will not ask you to render accounts

of your fleeting affairs

wandering girls

heavenly bodies of flesh conceived in the eyes

fruits gifted by the vast orchards of life

sovereign passions that shine

in your palm’s hollow

at the end of an indifferent language

The earth opens

and welcomes you

You’re naked

And she’s more naked than you

You’re both beautiful

in that silent embrace

where hands can restrain themselves

and steer clear of violence

where the butterfly of the soul

avoids this semblance of light

to go in search of its origins

The earth opens

and welcomes you

One day, your beloved will rediscover

your legendary smile

and the mourning will end

Your children will grow up

and boldly read your poems

Your country will heal, almost magically

when men consumed by the illusion

will drink from the fountain of your kindness

O my friend

sleep well

you deserve it

because you worked hard

like an honourable man

Before you left

you cleaned up your office

left everything neatly arranged

You switched off the lights

and on stepping out

looked up at the sky

which was almost too painfully blue

You smoothed your moustache

and said to yourself:

only cowards

think that death is the end

Sleep well my friend

Sleep the sleep of the righteous

Rest well

from your dreams too

Let us shoulder the burden a little

 

* Tahar Djaout (1954-1993): Algerian writer murdered by Islamic extremists in Algiers in 1993, at the height of the civil war. The poem was written on the day of his burial. – Tr.