Palestine by Mahmoud Darwish

This land gives us 
all that makes life worth living: 
April's blushing advances, 
the aroma of bread at dawn, 
a woman's haranguing of men, 
the poetry of Aeschylus, 
love's trembling beginning, 
moss on a stone 
mothers dancing on a flute's thread 
and the invaders' fear of memories. 

This land give us 
all that makes life worth living: 
September's rustling end, 
a woman leaving forty behind with her apricots, 
an hour of sunlight in prison, 
clouds reflecting swarms of insects, 
a people's applause for those who laugh at their erasure, 
and the tyrant's fear of songs. 

This land give us 
all that makes life worth living: 
Lady Earth, mother of all beginnings and endings, 
She was called Palestine 
and she is still called Palestine. 
My Lady, because you are my Lady, I deserve life.