Nothing Impresses Me

 by Mahmoud Darwish

A passenger on the bus says…

nothing impresses me.

Not the radio, the morning newspapers,

or even fortresses on hills.

I long for a weep.

The bus driver says:

Wait until we reach the station, 

and weep alone as you can.

A lady says: Me too.

Nothing impresses me.

I spoiled my son upon my grave,

he enjoyed it and slept without saying goodbye.

A university student says:

Me neither. Nothing impresses me.

I studied archeology without finding

an identity in stones. Am I really me?

A solider says: Me too. 

Nothing impresses me.

I guard a ghost that always haunts me.

The angry driver replies: 

We are close to our last stop, 

get ready to leave.

They scream: 

We want what is beyond the station, so go.

.As for me, I say: Drop me here. 

I am like them,

nothing impresses me.

But I am tired from traveling.