Am I to hear
the echo
whenever I call,
forget the thought
and run?
If somebody
would only come,
it was said,
come to look
through the window
there!
Am I to call
constantly
when the light
is out
and the wind comes
from far away?
The shadow squats
in the corner
and sadness runs
ahead of us
to pluck the fruit.

Translated by Sargon Boulus