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O Jerusalem . . . You perplex me
O holy Jerusalem, who are you?
Are you the purity of childhood?
Are you the scent of Heaven?
Are you the spring of Universe?
Are you the dawn of hope?
Are you the due of narcissus?
* * *
Are you the smile of my beloved?
Are you the tear of my grandfather?
Are you the dress of my grandmother?
Are you the embrace of my father?
Are you the loaf of my mother?
Are you the giggle of my brother?
Are you the eyes of my sister?
Are you the singing of nightingale?
Are you the truth of prophethood?
Are you the soul of angels?
Are you the heart of hearts?
Are you the flower of all cities?
Are you the love of monks?
Are you the pathway of the righteous?
* * *Are you the graveyard of the oppressors?
Are you the place where poppies bud?
Are you the land of the steadfast?
Are you the abode of martyrs?
Are you the meeting place of returnees?
Are you the key to eternity?
Are you the gateway to paradise?
Are you the promise of God?
Are you the secret of all secrets?
Are you the holiest of holies?
O Jerusalem . . . You perplex me
For God’s sake console my soul and answer me
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Poetry for Palestine 
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