From the poem Paths by Iraqi poet Baland Haydari (my translation):
"Throughout the road
deep silence
destructing of
wariness and distress
and there in the
far horizon
paths that sleep
and then awaken
And as for me,
I got tired
and here
I shall sleep
Not yearning for
and not yearned for
Without promises
and without vows
let us stay in the
far horizon
those paths as you wish
and tomorrow you shall
spoil anew
As for me
As for me
I got tired
And here
I shall sleep
not yearning for
and not yearned for"