-1-
God willing, next year
Will pave your path with peace
And tell you a story
That dried up on the lips of dreams
-2-
O weary land
From the darkness of your graves
Give me songs this year
I long to visit you
-3-
Give me the joy of children
Who broke their toys early
Who were disgusted by the words
That were spoken
Who are lost with the wilderness
-4-
Give me Dabkeh at night
That disturbs the nights
And sprinkle the sleeplessness with laughter
And the witty remarks of my storyteller
-5-
The days don't begin
Nor do the years pass
So that dreams may be adorned
With cedars in my mountains!!
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