It’s a song It’s a song

By (author)Mahmoud Darwish

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In it, the poet weaves a poetic world that blends love and homeland, where the song turns into a symbol of steadfastness and beauty in the face of pain.

The wind whirls around me when the earth narrows around me. I must fly and bridle the wind, but I am human.. I felt a million flutes tearing my chest I poured snow and saw my grave on my palms I scattered on the bed I vomited. I lost consciousness for a while I died. And I cried out before my short death: I love you, shall I enter death from your feet? And I died.. And I died completely, for death would not have been calm without your crying. Death would not have been calm without your hands that beat my chest so that I could return from where I died. I love you before death, and after death, and in between I saw nothing but my mother’s face.
The heart went astray for a while and returned, I asked the beloved in which heart did you hit? So she leaned over it and covered my question with her tears O heart.. O heart, how did you lie to me and make me fall from my neighing? We have plenty of time, my heart, so be patient, For a hoopoe from the land of Bilqis to come to you We sent messages, We crossed thirty seas and sixty coasts, And there is still time in life for us to wander, And oh heart, how did you lie to a mare that the winds never tire of? Take it easy so we can complete this last embrace And prostrate ourselves. Take it easy.. Take it easy so I know if you are my heart or her voice as she declares: Take me

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