Poems of Whiskey and Regret by Rasha Omran
These two poems by Rasha Omran — along with two others — originally ran in the ROAD issue of ArabLit Quarterly. We share them now as part of Women in Translation Month.
Two Poems by Rasha Omran
Translated by Phoebe Carter
Regret
You’re not with me
I remember this every day
And every day I watch the movement of life
How everything moves on and you’re not with me:
Seasons leaving their traces on my skin
Friends passing on one by one
Late-night dances that have become a neutral rite
Medications I take without fail while forgetting daily my promise to you to remain
Calm
The days that pile their trivialities around my waist
The war I live in the midst of as I sit here on my small sofa
The thoughts I search for so I can write my articles
Everything goes on as usual while you’re not with me.
Only my fingers know what’s happened
My fingers that write to you every hour: I love you
And then: don’t come
These fingers of mine that I see every morning dismembered and tossed on the floor
next to the bed, and all that remains intact is the forefinger of my right
hand
which I stick into my pupil, to touch your face therein
Your face is all I see
Your face and this life that goes on as usual
While you’re not with me.
Jack Daniels
I’ll drink a glass of Jack Daniels alone
Why should you have to be there?
Why’s there no one but you?
Why does anyone have to be there at all?
What’s so bad about loneliness?
Loneliness is an easy-going companion
Never lets you down
Rasha Omran is a poet born in Tartus, Syria in 1964. She now lives in Egypt; these poems are from her sixth collection, A Secret Wife of Absence.
Phoebe Carter translates poetry and prose from Arabic and Spanish. Her published translations include poetry by Argentine poet Laura Yasan and Syrian poet Rasha Omran, and the Moroccan novel Kafka in Tangier.


August 6, 2026 @ 9:50 am
This is my first time I’m reading Rasha Omran’s poems, and I have to say, they’re really good. Especially Regret 🙂 Reminds me a little of Helene Cixous’ Angst 🙂
August 6, 2026 @ 12:04 pm
Tangible loneliness, I empathize. Beautiful poems. I too did not know the work of this poet. Thank you.