I ascend the seven levels
Of sleep
In sleep you are
An elegy to the departed
An icon of censure
I ascend
The seven levels of sleep
All of them.
Nothing happens
Nothing ends.
I switch on the light
So that the dead
Can see the dream.
Translated by May Jayyusi and Alan Brownjohn
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