I learnt compassion from water
put my hand in it, the flowing liquid
touching whomever, going wherever

Do not pick me up
I like to fall apart

Everything that happens looked at me
What happens... Well, what doesn't

Waters do not return the dead
They sleep... not in their beds

What will happen will do so
yes it will do so

I'll make peace with my own garden
with history though three arms missing

Discovery sometimes ends in defeat
I dwelt in your voice, in your still plain

And you died there
And I washed your body here

Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat