1. A mouth boiling with people's wounds, sipping
And singing to the hidden place, playing the flute

2. A mouth my dawns came, their color
Morning, and in its horizons, sadness shakes off

3. Even if it came bitter, its taste wouldn't bother you
For from your wound, O palm tree of sadness, it bleeds

4. It came bare, its hair not faking finesse
And most of the age's hair is fake hair

5. My letters scorch, my lords, not because I
Am violent, but because the wound is harsher and more violent

6. I carried burning between my eyes across the expanse
And here I am above the embers, boiling and dripping

7. I dispel my silence with the vitality of my letters
And I pour the rhymes that are not embellished

8. And I read the dimensions of the corners and their pulse
And I know my age that is not known

9. And I realize what is between the lines of the visions
And what the wind contains when it rages

10. And what rigidity harbors in its deepest depth
And what makes the bird cry out when it chirps

11. And I'm not claiming the unseen in this
I love so what is hidden appears to me

12. I see faces with no color, maps
Whose terrain is barren and silence wrapped

13. I see a nation whose visions are gloomy
And its eyelashes are white and the face more barren

14. My brother when the camel riders bent
Sadly calling stop the camel stop

15. So I chide the riders of the living, ride on for
Our goal is near and the tryst of love does not fail

16. So I saw the silhouettes of camels humiliated
Bound from reaching the goal by a fearful leader

17. Because I'm candid, in my mouth a thousand pains
And I have from the rubble of the ignorant a stance

18. They shout in my face without any sanctity
Degrading civilization and this is backwardness

19. So I wrap my wound, refrain in my poems
And head to my purpose, and in my heart a scripture

20. And I believe that religion is easy on people
For the Lord of people never said: be extremists

21. But some people are either stubborn
Or with those who said "savage tamed"

22. I learned people blinded do not love light
Nor does the pampered understand winter's cold

23. And most people want sovereignty
But they are empty-handed and hollow