Apologetically, I write my death
on a plain piece of paper
In a word, which is the last that is left for me
( I love you)
there is no problem in this disorder
Because you slowly lifted your hand off this world
How clever seems this moon
It unveils its magnificence at night,
when the sun is in its cottage..
I burned the forests of the world with my heart..
and ran away
like a child that fears fire.
Because I was afraid that streets might be forgotten
I hired a pauper
Every time I open my eyes..
I find the wolf still eating me.
Because I lean not to a wall
I have become old.
When they fired..
the most delicate of my friends..
was the first to hit me.
be not more compassionate..
We want to take refuge in hotels.
Translated by Dr. Sadek R. Mohammed