very thin like broken glass
as blood red as Baghdad
pains dipped inside me
alongside with your name
and while the evenings elapse
as I remember your smile
in fact you head for another direction
the stones on your path are different
as well as your approach to love
and to god and law rights
nonetheless
your steps are songs
your smell is a pillow for me
among sounds of bullets
but my prayers don’t touch
even one of your eyelashes
English Translation by Mesut Şenol