1. She said, your poem is a dark night...
Flowing with tears...and supplied with blood

2. For how long, O poet of sorrows, will you hide it?
And for how long will your ribs bend with sorrow?

3. I said crying is hard for me, though I am with it
No, I make weak those who cried and did not regret

4. I have a lesson played with by grief and confusion
And I have a scream...and my mouth grew tired finding it a mouth

5. No I did not write poetry to someone to entertain him
Nor am I a praising poet, nor did I chant

6. A feeling I don't sell nor do I seek a buyer
Bitter it comes, sweet it comes

7. Until I saw the blood of my insides - leave it
On paper..it did not become your soul in pain

8. I said poetry is for me a comfort in it
And sad am I..until when..God knows