On this Earth …
On this earth
There’s what’s worth living for
April’s hesitation
The smell of bread at dawn
A woman’s magic words for men
The writings of Aeschylus
The beginnings of love
Grass on a stone
Mothers standing on a string of a flute
And the invaders’ fear of memories
On this earth
There’s what’s worth living for
A woman leaving her forties with all her beauty
Sun hour in prison
Clouds imitating a flock of creatures
People’s chants for those who face death with a smile
Tyrants’ fear of songs.
On this earth
There’s what’s worth living for
The mother of endings
She was called Palestine
She is later called Palestine
Because you are my lady,
I deserve life.
(my translation)
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