Cries Of Palestine: A Soul Poetry

Nu i silme lauca i lóme

I aldalindo nyéni or i lómë...

I elen quilu metta nu i mar,

Ar malina i cemen, nása i anwa.

Hína lálale auta súrë

Vilya ve’ni sirya latuva cále

I yá mána i rë nótima

Lasse ya tyava penda nyéni.

O Palastína, mar uëa

Yá lóti lirë i úmëa,

Nu i astar úvante cala,

Mal i órë rosta uamë.

English

Beneath the moon quite hollow,

Olive trees whisper of lost delight...

Stars weep of silver in sand.

As deep sorrow stains,

This sacred land (Palestine).

A child's laughter now,

Dust, Blood and Wind.

Doors shattered,

Debris and dreams

Hang in shame

At humanity's fall.

Yet love sings,

A mighty song.

O Palestine, grieveth not

Rose's bloom in belief,

Quite cracked.

Ashes rising and tender flames

Unbowed and unbroken

Through war cries and pain,

Yer shall rise,

And be whole again.

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Subject: An ode to the struggle of the palestinian community.

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