Enemies of the Sun

Enemies of the Sun

Samih Al-Qassem I may lose my livelihood, I may stay without any food, I may be forced to sell my clothes, I may take menial jobs on the roads, As a servant, a porter, or a mason; Yet I shall never succumb, o, enemies of the sun! I shall fight, I shall persist To the last throb in my veins, I shall resist. You may usurp the last bit of my soil, You may send me to prison, to a life of toil, You may grab my grandfather’s heritage You may burn my poems, ban my books, Or offer my flesh to your dogs; Yet, enemies of the sun, I shall resist, I shall’ resist!   Zajel / An-Najah National University