My dear sister

They say:
We don't know from which country he came
Always works without pay
And speaks by sign
This sheikh wanders the streets
With bare feet
And at noon he takes refuge in the shadow of the building
From the balcony, a girl with a green scarf appears
Her eyes are as true as the eyes of the prophecy of the righteous
And her heart is a wet nest from Dar es Salaam
 Her voice descends softly to kiss the head of the seated person.
Father, come up
On the staircase
He is leaning on his lofty knees in pain
Two feet like camel sandal climb the stairs
....
A Pan filled with rose water is behind the apartment door
And her hands enough moist and soft
Prowling between the toes and the legs
Like a mother cat's tongue
And on the chair
A sandal from the land of pilgrims is waiting for its owner
And a bowl of abundant sustenance... And a drink