I will end up in love with the Tigris and the Euphrates, as both are blamed
as long as they have vanished in their intense love. It is my beginning towards
the heavens that I know, full of warmth, it is my stories as a waterfall
kissing the rebel foreheads. Yes, that's how I learn the red chant, this is how
the sky smiles for its lovers, and from there your face shines.
