My six children’s

Thirty six grandchildren’s

One thousand two hundred ninety six great grandchildren

Thank you,

Whose skin is more

Than all the sheets of paper in the world,

Whose body is broader

Than all the tombs in this world

And these moles on whose smooth skin

are the ancient( the oldest) script( writing)of the birds eggs.

Thank you for the warm stream(torrent),

For the warm stones,

For the milky clouds of steam

Beyond the bath curtain

For th gleaming white waves of foam(froth)

At the edges of a bathtub.

Turn stones into the quail eggs

Nest them in the warm field of wheat

I span the foam for chick’s socks

And it tangled again,

Because I am a virgin every morning ,

Because every time I become mother,

The refection of the rainbow on the skin-

The traces of touching- agreement

Is still in force,

Because one child,

Then one poem,

If one poem

Then one child,

I will give her(it) away for adoption again,

She(child) opened like a flower in the steam,

The most gentle obedient of the soap .

I took off my apologies like typhus, (Nt-‘movixade’ meansto take off, or to apologise)

I  conceived one more foetus again.

I ran hot water over my body

And I am (feel) better now,

I have finished.