Yet, inside we keep quiet,
the way a bullet keeps quiet in its cartridge.
If there is a echo in the dome of the sky
louder than our silence, let it cry out!

Outside,
In the dark,
the sea is bursting open like a forest struck in its groin.

Inside, we keep quiet,
and the dungeon is silent
. . .like a wounded animal
. . . .whose blood is trickling into its heart.

translated by Talat S. Halman