Kurdish → English transcript

While it is raining on the eyes that shortened the wings of the rain,

may it never happen that the rain cleanses guilt. Let it rain down on the silence

of this era. It silenced songs. It silenced writing. It silenced language.

It silenced conscience. Only the sound

of our mothers’ cries is heard and the sound of the clatter of pots on the bony

backs of innocent sons. In this twilight, in this rain, in the white graveyard,

our caves live there.

While at the market our children are being minced

in the slaughterhouse of tyrants.

Pay attention to these people who turn God’s laws into a code for slaughter.

And under the cover of blasphemy they sell freedom like this in the name of jihad.

Hunger, torture, displacement, disappearance and Anfal. Here and there.

And our ears were filled with the sound of songs of death.