Motherland,
Womb of homelands,
Jewel of civilisations,
Cradle of religions,
How many wars have you endured!
May your scarred soil
Be covered with flowers!
May the scent of thyme fill the air!
May the olive tree endure!
Palestine, you are,
Palestine, you shall be —
Etched forever
Upon the map of our memories.
Translated from French into English
No matter what they tell you,
You are capable of much more
Than you think you are.
Indeed, you are fallen Gods.
There is much more in you,
You, with your weaknesses and volatility,
Than in Gods stayed in their Olympus.
The latter, with their dullness and eternity,
Truly envy your frailty and mortality.
Tell yourselves more of your Divine nature,
Repeat it again and again till conviction,
Because there are no more powerful words,
Than those you utter to speak to yourselves.
Then, strive to be worth Gods.
Despite your earthly condition,
Make your Earth an Olympus!
What do Gods do?
They create in silence.
Create a better self.
Create a better future.
Create a better Life.
And wherever you go,
Spread Beauty!
Because Beauty is the reflection of divinity.
Namaste!