Earth Festival - Sydney 2018
Ahed Tamimi has become a beacon of hope
The daughter of the brave shook the mountains
My heart is in turmoil with longing
With fire I crafted poetry and verses
The Arab nation was overcome with fear
When they saw her, they cowered in shame
A slap against the enemy's face resounded
Like thunder, like a volcano, it erupted
Imprisoned, and the prison trembles
From its fear that she will become an example
No president has been shaken by pain
No king has spoken or acted
Their glories were raised with lies
Khisra Anu Shirwan has departed
For the sake of tainted money
They betrayed nations... They practiced deceit
We lived through nights shrouded in lethargy
Ahed Tamimi trampled the lethargic
Joan of Arc. they said: her sword is pain
And the shield is a tear that has aged the eyes
And the name our banner has become today
In every land it has risen and soared
Her cries have increased our pain
But she knew no fear
And the tears kissed the cheek in haste
No tears precede haste
But the tears of "Al-Ahd" are waiting
To drink from her cheek the honey
No, you will not say: Her face is a moon
What does a full moon matter to her,
Even if it is perfect
For the sun was jealous of her radiance
And poetry sang her name in love
And Jerusalem said: This is my joy
Like "Al-Tamimi" I have not found a man
Our descriptions, O "Ahd", are incomplete
Unless she calls you: O heroine
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