The pitcher of sadness
Tied to the fingers of the moon
Melts the eyes of the light
In between the stars.

In the dark's shadow
When he closes his eyes
Between the echo and the echo
The silence cries.

The heaps of autumn
The smoke of dreams
My country's tattoo.

Bits of the villages ...
On an extended desert...
On the forgotten valleys…
The sadness flows,
Tents on the descending, sandy valleys
And the circuitous channels of the path
Like an Indian dance...

An astrologer's hemorrhage for the coal
Hanged by the sail of grief,
And the valley of the opened mouth
Watches in silence at the passing clouds!
 

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 Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely