Transient Hands Poem by Fatima Nusairat

I went out, knocking on silver bracelets
there, where the ancient ' Moria' mountains,
squeezes the holy wisdom of
all those who misguided by their visions,
of those who did not keep their word,
Although they tried to fulfill.
I went out _ O my friends
Knocking on silver bracelets
in your home yards in 'Moria'
After the torches were extinguished,
after the shovels were broken
at the ends of daylights.
After ripping in (sixty six, years) ,
spectrums from the dream
I knocked on silver bracelets,
to increased the strength of yours,
to recovered your hopes, and dreams.
so be grateful to 'Moria mountains',
whenever defeated yours enemies
and kept not even, voice or trace.
To those transient hands
Which hovers above 'Moria mountains',
showed me in two salty tears,
Knocking on silver bracelets
to restore the luster 'Moria mountains'.