This week, ORbits presents five translations of contemporary poetry in Arabic and French from Oxford Student PEN ‘s recent translation workshop. Please see here  for further information on the workshop’s origins and aims.
Let us thank our killer, O my friend,
For having missed us and hit that kid
Who always disrupted your afternoon nap.
He thought the bomb was a ball
So he blocked it with courage
The way he was always blocking balls
And shouting at the players.
Now he has won his game
Without screaming at the killers.
Now he has defeated you and me, and will sleep forever and ever.