Najashi
A long time ago
I didn't write to anyone
I did not send any message
Not because I have no friends
But I have a lot of them
They are very loyal
That's why I don't know when I will meet them
My friend does not intend to be a warrior
But a bullet killed him
Others are wanderers, not turning to a destination
They are unstable
They do not want to turn into migratory birds towards the south
They do not return to the north
The north is cold
so cold
Their hearts that became cauldrons
It no longer boils
Because they spilled their blood on the borders
Because I am busy with myself
I have something on my mind
Lots of stories
Which I try to crush in my mouth
Always do this
And I deliberately curl up
I practice fading
Just like a cloud
It does not harm the sky and has no effect after sunset
I am not cut from a tree
But that tree that stood alone
She is not disturbed by thirst
Nor the absence of a bathroom
The valley flows into it every year
Only once did it not leak
The last time
It was seven years ago
Drought does not turn around
And estrangement makes you kiss him
There is a glimmer of apparent death
There is a wound
Tribes live on its edges
It is a refuge for the displaced
Towards nothingness
Because they are desperate to find Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace, among them
And there is no Negus from beyond the sea
