As a mourner, I wore my remains

I dusted the dust off my body

In war, I learned to weave my shroud 

So my blood overflowed into my heart

I learned to long for you 

So I needed forty-eight years

My travel luggage packed with rain ..

The places without a name inherited me

I was chased by the waiting of endless shores

My lips cracked, and my eyelashes fell off 

Like the wreckage of shy eras ...

Containing many dry memories

A sorrow that ... brings me back from my dozing

Autumn makes of me 

A tremor inhabited ... by you

From my yellowness 

I prepared my hand for the upcoming secrets of the wind. 

I drew your songs 

That pierced age with longing

A hand dripped onto your body.. it is not my hand

And I longed for your shadow to exhaustion

I was born from your rib, from your name 

From the radiance of the gods 

From a light ... impossible

I lulled in my blood the rhythms of neighing 

I close the shuttered balcony door

On air sick with strangers' coughs..

On a night that gives birth to its lost children

I dance

I stumble ... with steps whose feet do not master

The crossing to the abyss