1. I brought to him the murmur of the soul, so we grew apart
Even in prayer, he neither bowed nor prostrated

2. I covered him with my blood... so he occupied my veins
Until when I died, he covered me with some echo

3. I fed him the wheat of dreams so alluring
Like wishes, though when I hungered, he found nothing

4. I named him my agony, so he rested in my fatigue
I still kindle my heart whenever it grows cold

5. I spend life far from its springs
So it may proceed orderly through days in solitude

6. If he said I was a martyr, or walked a step
Or wished to be worshipped, He was the One, the Only

7. His eyes are the map of the world and its desires
And the journey of longing in the eyelid which slumbered

8. His eyes are the taste of the ear of the age crushing me
In memories, and casts in my hands the liver

9. His eyes are the scent of the clay from which
Motherhood arose, harvesting the child with blood

10. His eyes, if they passed in the night flashing
I travel with my soul and forget to wear the body

11. Twenty six, and history slaughters me
With hunger, and I feed him what is in my hand... and hand

12. Twenty six years, O love of my homeland
The promise yielded nothing but the death of the promised

13. We were two children, and light was our season
When we planted it, we said we'd wear it tomorrow

14. In the threshing floor of love when the earth is leafy
With love, and the mistake's rose on its cheeks is dew

15. When the birds reap the wheat of my song
Near the windows casting in your hands expanse

16. When speech is suicide and passion is agony
We were two lips, when passion stirred, united

17. But now, when light surprised us
Early, you harvested, and I cared not what was harvested

18. But it is despair, I wasted my blood in you
What loss, but the state of the lost!

19. If I hunger, I eat people's bread in pain
Or exile is my abode, I see in the Tigris a gown

20. But it is the name, this secret lost me
Who can this wanderer claim as his country?