Mahmoud Darwish (Arabic: محمود درويش) (13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008) was a palestinian poet and author who won numerous awards for his literary output and was regarded as the Palestinian national poet.In his work, Palestine became a metaphor for the loss of Eden, birth and resurrection, and the anguish of dispossession and exile. He has been described as an incarnation of the traditional political poet in Islam.
He wrote the words of this song when he was in jail, when his mother came to visit him and she brought with her cofee and bread but the israeli soldier took the coffe and everything else. He was so sad and angry so he wrote those words on a cigarette packet to apologize to his mother.
It's one of the most great palestinian songs especially for us who lives far away of our home Palestine.
Everyday we miss our mothers, families and the air of Palestine.
My Mother
ReplyDeleteMahmoud Darwish
I long for my mother's bread
My mother's coffee
Her touch
Childhood memories grow up in me
Day after day
I must be worth my life
At the hour of my death
Worth the tears of my mother.
And if I come back one day
Take me as a veil to your eyelashes
Cover my bones with the grass
Blessed by your footsteps
Bind us together
With a lock of your hair
With a thread that trails from the back of your dress
I might become immortal
Become a God
If I touch the depths of your heart.
If I come back
Use me as wood to feed your fire
As the clothesline on the roof of your house
Without your blessing
I am too weak to stand.
I am old
Give me back the star maps of childhood
So that I
Along with the swallows
Can chart the path
Back to your waiting nest.