The sun was like a newly-dug

grave soil (earth) – tender(new) and soft.

And when on the verge of a great abyss,

those still alive until today or those dead

we all lined up and waited for

the echo brought back by the wind,

the sun was rising from the desert,

like an old grandmother in the village

the sun went uphill to heaven,

we climbed our ascent –

the homeland, the nest stork

placed on the dried and finest (thinnest) pole.