Safe from the passerby road, safe from the poetless city, safe from the day without openings, safe from all these bandits, safe
from the windless wind, safe from the fallen cedar, safe from the painless razor instead of kissing on the neck,
safe from the headless shadow on this painful door, safe from the unfinished, safe from the unfinished, safe
from the last flame of the rush of wind and ashes, which is from the full butterfly of the stove The night did not shine,
we were safe from the day without the sea, we were safe from the deadly dinner, we were safe from the place of a hundred stickers between the folds, the shirt was raining
, you were good yesterday on this self-immolating market, which this sadness has no sorrow, the water of the man threw the water
on my dance, the ghazalbanu , between talking and sleeping, between staying and leaving.
