The Fire of the Magi

The Fire of the Magi

Tawfiq Zaiyyad In the darkling dust I hold the beams, And quietly cherish my blooming dreams, Dispelling the sadness, wiping the tears Of my loved ones, allaying their fears; And, like a wizard with a magic wand, I plant fruitful trees in parched sand. With dogged perseverance I lead the way: Nothing will ever make me go astray! Though displaced, wherever I go, Like the fire of the Magi, I ever glow; Nothing can stop my perpetual continuity Which I shall bequeath to posterity: In my land, I am a deep - rooted plant. With the resourcefulness of a diligent ant!