On this earth
There are things worth living for
on this earth:
April comes and goes,
the smell of bread at dawn,
the opinions of a woman about men
about men,
the writings of Aeschylus,
the beginning of love,
Grass on a stone,
mothers standing on a flute melody,
the invaders' fear because of memories.
There is life worth living on this earth:
at the end of September, a
lady enters the forties with full splendor,
the hour of the sun in prison,
clouds imitating a procession of creatures,
applause from the people for those
who ascend smiling to their deaths,
fear of the tyrants
of the people's songs.
On this earth there is life worth living:
On this earth,
the lady of all earths, mother of all beginnings, mother of all endings.
She was once called Palestine.
She is now called Palestine.
Oh my lady:
I deserve, because you are my lady,
I deserve life.