one
Listening sadly to the waves all night, in the tavern
The agony earlier, and——
The scriptures that were half read have become a burden to strangers
So heavy, so dispensable
Barefoot widow, homeless cat
The Red Sea parted by Moses, a barrier passed down from generation to generation
Sea, you legendary element of freedom
From birth to death
Every drop just proves that spilled water cannot be recovered
In the cold of Jerusalem
Some people objected, no one regretted, freedom
The freedom of the embankment is ten feet higher when the waves are one foot higher
It can't even make shy people feel shy
two
The reason why the olive tree bends,
Let the huge shadow of the setting sun appear behind the red slope
The reason why I use black cloth to cover the white face is because
The reason why salt is sprinkled on the road where cattle and sheep must pass is that
Separate Guns and Roses, the reason
Pile up a few stones where civilization fell
Jerusalem, you have left a threshing floor for David
You left a threshing floor for all living beings, and you left a way for King Solomon to survive.
Leave a way for all living beings
If three prayers can clear up three betrayals
Why is there no grass in the land of Canaan, where honey and milk flow?
If dying a thousand times is the same as dying once
Not to mention God, who wouldn’t like such a blessing?
When I see a cigarette butt dangling in the crowd
Young Jewish girl, ancient Hebrew
They meet three times a day
And those legendary olives
For thousands of miles, thousands of years, not a single tree has become a saint or a king.
three
All justice comes down to time
No one needs to forgive anyone, the huge stone tablet
A few crooked letters
Woman selling Arab robes, black and white
There are no crops growing above the ground, and rubber shoes that are half the size of a palm
After the tears drifted away, not a single footprint could be seen
The neighing camel, its bare back moving
Far and near, gold and silver, blood and earth
Everyone cries in old age
Today must come at the expense of yesterday, I refuse
And just want to see the rejected Sea of Galilee from afar
I don't take a drop of it not because it was used to cleanse the Eucharist
Four
Too long a journey, about the real life
About the real death
The distance owes me a lot, and I owe the distance a lot
God, as a link in the food chain
He was deeply in debt, and he was not well off.
And the tired soil beneath the holy ground
The city's Amen, every word is a masterpiece
A swan song, yes, a swan song that has nothing to do with God
Tears water the bodhi tree, an axe chops an apple
I said to the people of Jerusalem
The world is not a spear
It can't be in everyone's hands.
Before the Mediterranean Sea
God, Jesus, Mohammed, all gone
Wheat is enough to be baked into pancakes
By Arnold Abu
