Our rooms are located around
the square of heaven above
the well in the courtyard
At times a sparrow hops in my hand

People only come here occasionally
to bring money, day and night
the front doors are open
decorated with gilt carves

I cried when I said goodbye
appa's hands on my shoulders
amma's kisses on my head
I was a chosen child

but I didn't cry with joy
We all count down the years
we devote to the fire
of the earth and everybody

who kneels together with us
in this temple of support
affirms the holy covenant
of his fate with that of the others