Streets filled with, as the evening descends
Destitution; a prolonged cigarette smoked
Soaring sounds of pots and pans from homes
Mud-brick faces smeared with dread
Who stopped speaking in the mountains, and died
A coy rain leaned forward its head
Waiting for a just morning, a pinch of sun’s hue
A people’s uprising, an overdue love
Still in waiting, with no hope from words
Turning its eyes to the fires
Evenings witness the deserted mind
An elderly lady breastfeeding her dead
Through her breasts become callous in Nazareth
Why did she bear a child following whose advice
For God’s sake, of which Almighty?
Translated by Mesut Senol