They know the beginning
Here there were
My ruins
And the cranes of narrative.
Blooded questions
Cover my shirt
And the splendid end
As well.
It's you
Who I am waiting for
Let's dance
In the basket
Of the grass
And gape
For the wonderful virginity
And the banner impurity.
They know the beginning
They all tread on the flowers
Then they accused you
Of burying the nature alive
They fabricated a felony
Of you.
So stagger my beloved
Stagger
And let them adore
For your swarmings
Of your first dance
Here they are the women
Of the tears
Comping with
The enemy garments
Cutting up the colocynthy
Of the hearts
But the map of the eye
Is an orange
The houses are keratinized
And rounded
Like the nests of sparrows
Being named
As orchards
To rise in mind
You who I am waiting for
I wasn't a child
When I staggered
Or danced
I wasn't a child
When I knew
Or heard
About orchards
Learning their lovers
How to lie
But I got older
Because of its dates truth
So stagger and set off
To my hollows
Leave your soul
Among its ruin
I warn you
Of orchards nights
Before the scandent moon
Deceives you
On the day tombstone
And when my memory
Undulates
You who I am waiting for.
 

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Translated by: Jawad wadi