Still there is on thy saucers remains of honey
Kick out the flies so that you can protect the honey
Still there is on their vines clusters of grapes
O, guarders of vines, drive foxes out,
Therefore, grapes will be ripe healthy.
Still there is at thy houses mat and door
Close up the way of wind away out of thy children
Perhaps they can sleep
Wind is very cold and you should close doors.
Still there is effluent blood in their hearts,
You may keep it and don't throw away
A new fetus is still unborn waiting the dawn
Still there is at thy hearth remains of firewood
Still there is coffee and a bundle of blaze
Mahmoud Darwish