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Jesus Entering into Jerusalem

Nizar Qabbani - Sun, Mar 24th 2013




I wept until my tears were dry
I prayed until the candles flickered
I knelt until the floor creaked
I asked about Mohammed and Christ
Oh Jerusalem, the fragrance of prophets
The shortest path between earth and sky
Oh Jerusalem, the citadel of laws
A beautiful child with fingers charred
and downcast eyes
You are the shady oasis passed by the Prophet
Your streets are melancholy
Your minarets are mourning
You, the young maiden dressed in black
Who rings the bell in the Nativity
On Saturday morning ?
Who brings toys for the children
On Christmas eve ?
Oh Jerusalem, the city of sorrow
A big tear wandering in the eye
Who will halt the aggression
On you, the pearl of religions ?
Who will wash your bloody walls ?
Who will safeguard the Bible ?
Who will rescue the Quran ?
Who will save Christ ?
Who will save man ?
Oh Jerusalem, my town
Oh Jerusalem, my love
Tomorrow the lemon trees will blossom
And the olive trees will rejoice
Your eyes will dance
The migrant pigeons will return
To your sacred roofs
And your children will play again
And fathers and sons will meet
On your rosy hills
My town,
The town of peace and olives.
Nizar Qabbani   (Damascus/Syria 1923 - 1998)
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