Let go my elbow

Let me go

Turning to my heart

Alone, in here, in my sunny day

In the shadow of viola

The scent of an old evening

I have no face

No name

No home that gathers the dust of my song

Leave me alone, in here, with

My first sight alienation

Under the rays of my thoughts,

For I have the fragrance of exotic

When the evening falls

Upon the heart

(B)arween cries for r (asinBarween)

(w)een that flourishes (ee) upon scripts and the sun a brewing of a thought in (N) glass

Translation by Naimah