Smudges of earth
on my strange hands
I see it and rest

I don't have time for tears
but they fall anyway
and my heart falls with them

My brother lies in the sheet
behind me, but how
can a corpse be my brother?

I must be strong and believe
that he is eating the sweet grapes
that his murderers claim

Sand in my hair, my cheek
rests on you, you're still there
I hear your voice softly

comforting mama and repeating
the facts, oh Jalal, you shine
in me, forever