Bring me the sunset in sleeping cups
let night gently pour, as light fills up...

Dancing with sweet feminism,
above cemeteries of barren fields...

Turn off the sun; my life still will shine from...
Dress me in black watch me glowing like I have...

Alas, it's sadness
which within I sail...

If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction...

They wore upon my spirit,
not in the way that hurricanes hit...

Tonight, like many ordinary Gaza nights,
there are wounded babies...

Withering into the quiet,
I no longer keep track of the nights...

I immerse my hands beyond
the taut surface of reason...

On still nights,
cold air suckles my rose-scented chin...