To Palestine

To my Palestine, send my salutes,

to the beaten drums and the played flutes,

to its rivers and seas that I missed,

and its golden shores that I kissed,

to Its stunning skies that were always blue,

and to the green forests that I played through.

Send my warm-hearted regards,

to its lands and the green yards,

to the very ancient olive trees,

to the preserved old keys,

to the high hills and mountains,

and the its springs and fountains,

Send my embraces and salam,

to my granny, and kiss her palm,

to my father, and his wrinkled face,

and to his farm, and his old place,

to my mom’s pure big heart,

where her love will never apart,

Mohammed Arafat