I Tell My Neighbor
I tell my neighbor: Come and spend the night with me. I have figs, and almonds, and sugar. We will sing, for you are lonely, and singing will ease your longing.
I have a home, and a small piece of land, so I am safe now. The soil of my country is land from heaven, and upon it, painful time lies asleep.
I tell my house: If I am alone, and snow and cold winds blow, you are my fire, and winter passes—gentle as a field of roses.
-Al Rahbani Brothers

















