The Wrathful
O pupils of Gaza . . .
Teach us . . .
A little of what you
For we have forgotten . . .
Teach us . .
To be
For we have men . .dough they become . . .
Teach us . .
How the rocks becomein the children's hands,precious diamond . .
How it
The child's bicycle, a
And the silk ribbon . .
An ambush . .
How the feeding bottle nipple . .
If detained
Turns into a knife . . . .
O pupils of
Care not . .about our broadcasts . .
And hear us not . .
Strike . .
Strike . . .
With all your
And firmly in your hands take
And ask us not . .
We the people of arithmetic . .
And of addition . .
And of subtraction . .
Your wars do carry
And abstain from us . .
We're the desertersfrom the service,
Your ropes do
And hang us . . .
We're mortals . .
Who possess not
And orphans . .who possess not
We kept already to our rooms . .
And we asked
To fight the dragon . .
We've diminished, before youA thousand century . .
And you've grown-Within a month-Centuries . .
O pupils of Gaza . .
Return not . .
To our writings . .
And read us
We're your fathers . .
Do resemble us not . .
We're your idols . .
Do worship us not . .
We engage
Political lies . .
And repression . .
And we build graves . .
And jails . .
Liberate us . .
From the fear problem in us . .
And
The opium from our heads . .
Teach us . .
The art of adherence to the Land,
And leave not . .
The Messiah saddened . .
O our beloved
Salam . .
May Allah render your
Jasmine . . .
From the cracks of ruined
You emerged
And planted in our
Musk rose . .
This is the revolution of notebooks . .
And ink . .
Do become on the lipsmelodies . .
Shower us . .
Heroism, and
And from our ugliness wash
Wash us . .
Fear neither Moses. .
Nor Moses' spell . .
And ready
To harvest the
Verily this Jewish ageis an illusion . .
That shall collapse . .
Albeit sureness we possess . . .
O madmen of Gaza . .
A thousand welcome . . .in madmen,
If they liberate
Verily the age of political reasonhas long bygone . . .
Do teach us madness . . .
Nizar Qabbani
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