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...

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

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

They took a toll on me,
not in the way...

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

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