The man
who guards the mosque—
at noon
leaves the door open—
hops into
the nearby
café California
for two sandwiches and a coke—
— At this time
even Allah rests—
he tells the vendor,
she smiles,
and he, on his way back,
runs.
who guards the mosque—
at noon
leaves the door open—
hops into
the nearby
café California
for two sandwiches and a coke—
— At this time
even Allah rests—
he tells the vendor,
she smiles,
and he, on his way back,
runs.
–Olya Stoyanova,
translated from Bulgarian
by Katerina Stoykova-Klemer
The Season of Delicate Hunger:
Anthology of Contemporary Bulgarian Poetry
(Accents Publishing)