I am invoking my right to remain silent in the face of life, All of my words have escaped from dictionaries, There is only one Word that I must say before Angel of Death is You. I am a very big book that has been published in your heart’s press, I place my page numbers on the days under your eyes, I replace all the words that cause loneliness with You. The sky is a student who  goes out to the blackboard with his blue uniform, It listens to the recitations of birds, from your window, Neither soil nor sea nor stars take chances from You. A cherry blossom glides through your hair, Day light loses its path on your forhead without compass, Neither the cloves’ nor Adams’ hearts beat without You.