Leaden Moments of execution
Translated by: Dr.Sharief Fayez

The torn sheets scattered in the wind
Are a flock lf pigeons
The flapping of an eagle wing
Has filled with echoes of death

The torn sheets scattered in the wind
Are a flock of pigeons?
Flying hither
From beyond the high wall of past years
And they have borrowed
The wing of my broken breathing
When I came across a black cat in a dark night
The torn sheets scattered in the wind
Are the explosions of the being of a rage

Perhaps it is a sermon for destroying freedom
Which the pontiffs of bloody democracy
Preach through their tanks

In my land
           In Iraq
                   In Palestine

The scattered sheets in the wind
Is the resistance of life against death?
It is an old dervishes, plea
That cannot reach a traveler ears
Perhaps it is a mirror
Into which history sees its truth  
Perhaps it is a Palestinian    girl’s last dream
In the leaden moments of her execution

April 2002
Peshawar