I am an Iranian woman
from self-destruction
, the mirror is
broken, I am sobbing, I
am dripping like an iceberg
in the kitchen
of the army of surrender
day and night without calendar,
oh people
, people slipped again, people from the
bad man,
I did not kill myself, I did bad to the woman
, I am full of loneliness
, the horror of beauty
in the intricate,
airless, rotten, rotten,
lamb, the sacrifice of
Abrak. Rain,
O people, people
slipped again
, people slipped from the bad man,
not to myself, but to myself, but to the
woman, on the white body of the table, the place of the waist hook burns, my
lips sew, my satiety is full of the punches and kicks of the
despicable slaves, they smell death, they kill the lover on the market, they
disturb the velvet sleep, These maidservants are my sisters,
oh people, people
slipped again,
people slipped away from the bad man,
I did not do bad to myself, but to the woman.