O woman of Greek fragrance,

They will search for you in the streets,

In the eyes of children, and in the flow of rivers.

They will search for your warm heart,

And your composed, dignified words.

O woman who carries the burden of tomorrow,

O vessel of Greek perfume,

O soul of an angel,

O Sudanese woman—

You who lit a thousand candles

Above the tents of sorrow,

And scattered seeds of wheat

Across hills of shelling and mines.

O pearl from the sea of love and tenderness,

O woman who weaves threads of wool in colors,

Who refines melodies of affection

And casts them as poetry.

You would not have lived

Were it not for your faith in truth,

For being an inseparable part of the universe,

For being a being of essence,

For being a song

In a time of loss and forgetting.

O woman, wrapped like branches,

Your beauty is lethal,

Like a painter’s masterpiece.

And the sparkle of your eyes

Is a key,

An ascension,

A staff,

And shores of melodies.

Tell your peace to remain,

Tell Paradise to open its gates,

And for the birds of love

To find refuge in the harbors of homelands.