Passionfruit Honey
I did not look for you on any road

the roads grew tired of us so quickly anyway

in the meadows where we ran

there are no birds anymore

I did not look for you at the village fountain

with the big stone sink full of leeches

where we filled jars of water

and took cattle to drink

I did not look for you

because you are sleeping

on the other side of our mahala

and I have no wish to go there
I looked for the man I love

on roads in meadows at the fountain

he called my name from all over

picking strands of my hair

to bury them in distant countries

around pyramids so flowers would blossom

in his mother’s yard under the olive tree

so it would flourish throughout the year

I looked for him in a teaspoon of honey

that my cousin served to me
our bees have travelled;

their honey

has the scent and taste of passionfruit


Med od marakuje
nisam te tražila na nijednom putu

ionako smo putevima rano dosadili

na nijednoj livadi gde smo trčali

jer ni ptica više nad njima nema

ni kod seoske česme sa velikim

kamenim koritom punim pijavica

gde smo punili balone i pojili stoku

nisam te tražila

jer ti spavaš s druge strane naše mahale

a meni se tamo ne ide
tražila sam čoveka koga volim

na putevima livadama kod česme

dozivao me odasvud

brao pramenove moje kose

da ih zakopava po dalekim zemljama

kraj piramida kako bi izniklo cveće

u dvorištu svoje majke ispod masline

da bi cvetala tokom čitave godine

tražila sam ga u kašičici meda

kojim me poslužila rođaka 
naše pčele putuju

jer njihov med

ima miris i ukus marakuje