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My mother
I long for my mother's bread
My mother's coffee Her touch Childhood memories grow up in me Day after day I must be worth my life At the hour of my death Worth the tears of my mother. And if I come back one day Take me as a veil to your eyelashes Cover my bones with the grass Blessed by your footsteps Bind us together With a lock of your hair With a thread that trails from the back of your dress I might become immortal Become a God If I touch the depths of your heart. If I come back Use me as wood to feed your fire As the clothesline on the roof of your house Without your blessing I am too weak to stand. I am old Give me back the star maps of childhood So that I Along with the swallows Can chart the path Back to your waiting nest. By Mahmoud Darwish It is much better in Arabic... |
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