Abdelkarim Al-Karmi Poems

Beloved Palestine, how do I sleep
While the spectrum of torture is in my eyes
I purify the world with your name
And if your love did not tire me out,
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If the kings know not their Sustainer they are beggars,
And if the beggars do they are Darius and Jamshed;
Freedom of the heart is sovereignity; stomach is death,
The choice is yours; heart or stomach?
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Rub your face in the dust, say: This is my land!
Each particle sings that it is holy,
Free hearts lie buried in it,
How can I not make it my bed?
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