Pull out the dagger buried in my side.
Let me live.
Pull out your scent from my skin.
Let me live.
Give me a chance
To meet a new woman
To cross out your name from my diary
To cut the braids of your hair
Wrapped around my neck.
Give me a chance
To search for roads where
I have never walked with you,
For seats
Where I have never sat with you,
For places
That have no memory of you.
Give me a chance
To search for the women
Whom I left for you
And killed for you
So I can live again.

Translation by Bassam K. Frangieh
and Clementina R. Brown