The Wandering Dove

The Wandering Dove

Samih Al-Qassem I wander everywhere, a frightened dove, Displaced, denied, and deprived of love: Snakes always coil to block my path, Hissing, menacing, and full of wrath; And hounds, chasing me, continue to bark, So that my memory of love is pale, dark. The images of my dreams are lost, worn, And I always seem to tread on thorn! Night has slaughtered my moon; And in nightmares I writhe and swoon: The Zionists robbed the stars of my night, And nobody cares about my painful plight. Ghosts tear my heart as I bitterly cry, And the indifferent world never wipes my eye! Zajel / An-Najah National University