Yas [English translation]

My memories are on my bedside, it holds watch day and night;

Wait for me;

There are my fantasies, there are my dreams;

My thought are seas and oceans;

My thought brings you back;

What work, what rain?;

I stop at my mourning like a mute mountain;

There are my walls, there are my prayers;

I write, I say, side-by-side to your name;

Oh, the song is half finished;

Time isn’t a remedy to this wound;

Fire burns where it falls;

This order is broken, the world a lie.

Don’t chirp nightingale, don’t chirp,

(My) being/life in frost and winter;

You don’t abandon the rose;

Lament in poems and songs.