Meow, meow, wretched Persian cat
Meow, forlorn kitty

Persian cat!
What are you doing here?
What kitchen
Smells of peace?
Which bed
        as pure as the first night
Will accept you?

Who? Who?
Who could wash away
The dust of wandering
The dust and the rubble
The ashes of war
From my eyes
Give meaning to beauty
And call me
To her bed

I have begged for peace
Years and years
Door to door
I have rubbed myself against the merciless pant-legs of the night
Meow, meow ... meow