ويبقى البرد تحت اضلعي
ستزهر حقولها وتصبح طافرة الخضرة
وفي البعيد الآتي
تغني لها السنابل وتتمايل بغنج سريالي
وفي الحر والبرد
اقف كفزاعة الحقل
The snow will melt in her country
The cold remains under my ribs
Its fields will bloom and become lush green
And in the far future
The ears sing to her and sway with surreal coquetry
And in the heat and the cold
I stand like a scarecrow in the field