As If...

It has been two years, Mother,
And the night of Damascus,
The jasmine of Damascus,
The houses of Damascus
Still inhabit our minds.
As if the Omayyad minarets
Are planted in our hearts.
As if the apple orchards
Are perfuming our conscience.
As if the lights and the stones
Have all traveled with us.

Nizar Qabbani 1923-1998
("Unofficial" translation)


t'su said...

Quite lovely poem.

Serbest said...

It's not a comment on the poem as much as on the passport! I also still have that king-sized passport. But at least it has that Syrian eagle reminding me of home and giving me the pride to continue.