The letter dropped And the age walking on one crutch was lost, Dropped and lost, Lost and slipped Slipped and annihilated, Annihilated and got electrified, Got electrified and fused, Fused and disappeared, Disappeared, thus, the doors broke. I entered on the horse of disappointment Holding my sword, Unsheathing my torture and words, My right and light. And I cried But the letter broke tonight I got for it a funeral I invited nobody but myself When myself attended, I closely examined it I got sure that it did not hold A prohibited thing, Then, I shed on it the light of my blood. Something with the majesty of the letter appears Together with the images of the naked childhood, And the toothless Euphrates, And the infinite disappointments, Then, I cried: Oh, the letter dropped O crazy people! Attention! The party is violent (And you do not lack lies) The party will start with lies. (Beware not to enter through the dancers’ door) Then, the tears start to drop And I will explain to you a thousand Of my tragic scenes, As well as of my father’s, grandfather’s, And son’s Beware Whoever takes part in this crazy party Will be terminated! Beware... Beware... The letter dropped Hence, I will read to you my soul On the anvil of the poem, And the poem on the anvil of death, And death on the anvil of the dawn, And the dawn on the anvil of the dreams Those are choked by water, Water, water and water. I will read to you my outside nakedness To drop to my inside nakedness. I dream that you will die To get rid of your shallowness, You... tough shoeless! O the poets who got themselves lost But they did not get lost! Attention; The sound of music comes roaring, roaring To cover the sound of letter’s fall. But... No... O the naked! The letter’s fall is glorious. Attention Attention Death stands at the door And we missed our suns in searching for bread But we did not find salt. We searched for salt But we did not find the memory. We searched for the memory But we did not find clothes. We searched for clothes But we did not find the shirt. We searched for the shirt But we did not find the turban. The letter dropped. Beware Beware I found the turban was stained with blood, Perfumed with dream. And in the middle of it The sun of mirrors brightened.. brightened So you rejoiced I said to you rejoice O the naked, rejoice The letter is dropping … dropping We get lost in the middle Of our black nakedness That filled, for us, everything.