1. Did you ask the land about their memory,
And did you know when we are Arabness, who are they?

2. They are in exile, a returning voice that has no
Sword or mouth in the vicissitudes of fate,

3. Severed bodies as if the wind were a blade that passed
Through fragile fear and in its range they were smashed,

4. Corpses delayed in numbness their peace
And Samaheh called in the throngs, “Step forward!”

5.
So the deaf stone stepped forward obediently

6. With the circling of a palm...overflowing and stoning,
And the waiting silence spoke in the horizon

7. And the saviors of this land did not speak,