O land of ours where our childhood passed Like dreams in the shade of the orange-grove, Among the almond-trees in the valleys-- Remember us now wandering Among the thorns of the desert, Wandering in rocky mountains; Remember us now In the tumult of cities beyond deserts and seas; Remember us With our eyes full of dust That never clears in our ceaseless wandering. (Jabra 1974, 227)
O land of ours where our childhood passed
ReplyDeleteLike dreams in the shade of the orange-grove,
Among the almond-trees in the valleys--
Remember us now wandering
Among the thorns of the desert,
Wandering in rocky mountains;
Remember us now
In the tumult of cities beyond deserts and seas;
Remember us
With our eyes full of dust
That never clears in our ceaseless wandering. (Jabra 1974, 227)