I shall build you again my homeland
If need be, with bricks made from my life.
I will build columns to support your roof,
If need be, with my bones.
I will inhale again the perfume of flowers
Favored by your youth.
I will pass again the blood, off your body
With torrents of my tears.
Once more, the darkness will leave this house.
I will paint my poems blue with the color of our sky.
The resurrector of “old bones” will grant me in his bounty
A mountain’s splendor in his testing grounds.
Old I may be, but given the chance, I will learn.
I will begin a second youth alongside my progeny.
I will recite the Hadith of “love of country”
With such fervor as to make each word bear life.
There still burns fire in my breast
To keep undiminished the warmth of kinship
I feel for my people.
Once more you will grant me strength,
Though my poems have settled in blood.
Once more I will build you with my life,
Though it be beyond my means.
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