A day will come and erase the affront of this loneliness

This loneliness’ affront

 

The Cainit

 

My brother, Abel

A day will come when we’ll return to each other,

To our good days, the lovely ones,

Times when we delighted our bodies one with his brother’s warmth

In the shadow of our parents’ home – the grass got green,

And your sheep

Grazed in my garden.