Democratic Palestine : 36 (ص 34)
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A vessel full of incense and perfumes
of the charming Helen for the wives.
Victory, like defeat, means death;
Crime may lead to virtue
Yousea, hark!
You decorate the victims with their murderer,
Youoldsea!
Take us back to the dogs barking in our first land.
you old sea, continue adventures looking
for what’s lost of our fleet,
for the old fishing boats,
for the men who have become
coral reefs on the bed.
And we?!
Take us back from wars of defending royal thrones
To the beds of our women,
To the green poplar tissue in ash
orin the visions of our poets.
We need a beach to land by the hazel tree at home,
Light - such light is not cnough
to pick mulberries.
...Over there they were
In dialogue with the waves
They wanted to look like victors
coming back from battles
under the Arch du Triumph.
Exiles were never in vain
Ours, too, was notin vain.
The dead have dicd with no regret.
Entitled are the living to inherit
all peaceful winds.
To learn opening windows,
To see what the past has done to their present,
To weep in quiet lest enemies
hear their breaking chinaware.
You martyrs were right:
Home is more beautiful than the way toit,
Inspite of the flowers’ treason.
Yet windows never open the heart’s heaven...
Here and there, exile remains exile.
Never in vain were we exiled
Our exiles never went in vain
Land
Like language
Inheritable is!
... They were not like captives,
They didn’t pretend to own the martyrs’ freedom
They didn’t get rid of their summer solitude.
Why then did they set the fire of their solitude
to the far-off mountain?
Why then did they disappear when there were no
paths running down to the vales?
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The echo may attract the initial shepherd;
These may find the traces of their voices,
of their clothes,
of the age of their arms,
of the tunes of their flute.
Onevery nation they built an epic
to look like the heroes;
In every battle one of their heroes fell;
Yetrivers have their ways.
The past is no longer the same
Toinherita little up...
... Upon high waves, the waves of seas
and deserts,
They used to raise islands for living.
Having defended my fatal journey,
I defend my anthem is the shattered shade
of palms,
Out of my non-existance, I'll walk again
towards existance - their poet says.
Come back they did.
I’llleave to the far off,
tothe lemon blossom,
the rain-broken bridges over Azraq.
Hurry up! Cross, you anthem reciters!
If you can restore the horses’ neighs.
Cross, then, singers!
Breathless horses chase my heart
which is jumping out of hand over dams.
Behold! We are ourselves!
Who can alter us?
Come back or not
We remain within...
A single day with no death
A single night with no dream,
Enough to make us reach the port
burning with the last rose
Asifcome back,
The sea lies near their finger tips,
by the bed
They saw their houses beyond the clouds,
They heard their bleating goats,
They felt the horns of fairy deer...
They made a fire on the hill
They exchanged cardamon seeds
They made cookies for the holiday.
Remember? Don’t you?
These days of exile there?
They danced beating the bags
Ridiculing the story of the far-off exile
anda country to oe deserted by love.
Do you remember the siege of Carthage?
The Fall of Tyre,
of the western kingdoms on the
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