1. And children like particles of dust
Black-faced, like the blackness of a pot

2. The cold came upon them, and they were joyous
With neither cloak nor coat

3. You see them after the afternoon prayer
Some clinging to my chest

4. Another clinging to my back
If they cried, I blamed it on the dawn

5. Until the pillar of dawn appeared
And the sun shone, I went out a captive

6. From them, and they took to the roots of the walls
As if they were beetles in a burrow

7. This is the entirety of my story and matter
So listen to my words and take on my reward

8. For you, you are my confidence and treasure