there is neither rain or gust nor the streaming street
nobody left from us in this town anymore
a winter, the dead of winter is passing from the deep
darkness, so many dark days and humans
the pain inside me settles down deeper and deeper
we are riding on a blind horse’s saddle, with no sense of direction
I am touching a stone, passing through the water and entering the fire
the love I praise and the love hurting me are one within the other
say it aloud so that this cruelty could be stopped
alas!, the children coming alongside with the dead children are nesting
we are orphans from now on, let it be known like this
the feet we thought were waiting at the threshold are broken
if I beg for, if I cannot beg for, if I was dying from grief
a grave inside me for two phoenixes…
this is so because my pains and loves were forgotten in faraway roads
o the masters of the words, come in and say;
how odd is this fire, and what a strange waiting is this
we are the smiling face on the street and the weeping eyes
in that transparency, in that toughness and in that fire
we are the ones who exist eternally, and who disappear timelessly
alas, poison piles up in the mouths of the children
the fathers are like the twisted roads
the siblings are sleeping up on the wavy roads
do not forget! baghdad’s direction can be asked and found
all familiar flowers are caused to fade again
obviously there is nothing good to happen, the blood settles deeper
what can the cloaks of the world tell about
if there are no particles gliding through the sandglass
you will get it! that biblical flood was always with us
the babies with black eyes will be forgotten in the ruins
the mothers will be moving through the hearts like stray bullets
o my soul, get out of your infinite darkness and shout at him;
you came into being with the first born, but what did you get in the end
you are also dying in Iraq, alongside with the last dying one, o’ god
English Translation by Mesut Şenol