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I wept until my tears were dry
I prayed until the candles flickered
I knelt until the floor creaked
I asked about Mohammed and Christ
Oh Jerusalem, the fragrance of prophets
The shortest path between earth and sky
Oh Jerusalem, the citadel of laws
A beautiful child with fingers charred
and downcast eyes
You are the shady oasis passed by the Prophet
Your streets are melancholy
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Karoline 04 November 2019
There is a line missing in the translation (btw why the translator is not mentioned?) : „Who will save Christ from the ones who killed Christ? “ maybe you left the second line out to not arouse antijewish tendencies, bit Nizar Qabbani was not antisemitic at all and his poem need to be translated and quoted correctly
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