Mahmoud Darwish Praise for the High Shadow
One of the masterpieces of the great human poet Mahmoud Darwish is Praise of the High Shadow
Until Magdalene repents again, and it becomes clear that she is a suicide
Sleep, my love, for an hour
Until the Romans return, until we expel the guards from the walls of our castle
And the masts break
So that we can applaud the rape of our women on Sharaf Commercial Street
Sleep, my love, for an hour until we die
It's time to collapse
It is an hour for our clarity
It is an hour of the mystery of the birth of the day
How alone you were, my mother's son
O son of more than one father
How alone you were
Wheat is bitter in other people's fields
The water is salty, and the clouds are steel
This star is hurtful
You must live and live
And to give your skin in exchange for an olive
How alone you were
Nothing can break us, so don't sink completely
In the remaining blood in us
Let us go inside the soul trapped by similarity and orphaned
O son of solid air, O son of the first word on the ancient islands
O son of the lady of distant lakes
O son of the one who protects the ancients... From their sin
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My flesh on the walls is your flesh, son of my mother
A body for the strikes of shadows
And you have to walk without roads
Behind, in front, south or north
And move the steps with a scale
When He who bestowed upon you wishes, He will restrict you
They decorate you and take you to exhibitions so that visitors can see your glory
How alone you were!
How alone you were!
It is another migration
Do not write your last will and peace
The fall has fallen, and you rise
an idea
And a hand
And... Shama!
There is no righteousness except that I help you
There is no sea except the mysterious dark blue within you
So you imitate things so that things imitate your forbidden step
And withdraw your shadows from the court of the Arab ruler
So that he does not attach a badge to her, and break all your shadows so that they do not extend a carpet or darkness to her
They broke you, how many times they broke you to stand on your legs as a throne
They divided you, denied you, hid you, and created an army for you
They put you in a stone and said: Do not surrender
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Your war has prolonged, my mother’s son
A thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years in the day
They denied you because they only knew how to speak and flee
They are now stealing your skin
So beware of their features...and your sheath
How alone you were, my mother's son
O son of more than one father
How alone you were!
