1. We speak poetry in lies whenever
We hit its honesty, it becomes mere words

2. As if the truth and us are in conflict
Making the ecstasy of its permissibility forbidden

3. It thus captures us without a war and we accept
And sends us without peace doves

4. And there is no water in our sea for birds
And we were not clouds for the thirsty

5. Our father created poetry for us, in death we were born
On the doorsteps of an orphaned rhyme

6. For us, in the palm of those who attended, there is peace
And in the palm of absence for us, there are greetings