My beloved home land
No matter how long the milestone
Of pain and agony churns you
In the wilderness of tyranny
They will never be able
To pluck your eyes
Or kill your hopes and dreams
Or crucify your will to rise
Or steel the smiles of our children
Or destroy and burn,
Because out from our deep sorrows,
Out from the freshness of our spilled blood
Out from the quivering of life and death
Life will be reborn in you again
Fadwa Tuqan















