I know that middle aged woman.
I don't know she's married or not.
But I do know that she solves all the tricky
questions of her mind and body
with the wrapping of her shawl around her.
She tucks away in the folds of her shawl
worries, pricks and pains
of body and the soul
as if she were nursing them to go to bed
as if those were just
her own unruly children.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem