When your look mingle with the sky, and you see when the first star of the New Year appears,
When you lift
up your crystal goblet to toast
that star, will not be the same to the Palestinian people.
When in your heart it peals the hope, the Palestinian people, will continue living in the pain of the occupation, while its hope, strolls reduced by an Apartheid Wall.
When the bells resonate, and the toasts multiply,and your dreams...your dreams, write the future of the history.
The bells of the Sacred Places in Palestine,will be testimony of the silence and the truncated history.
When your look mingle with the sky, and you see the first star, rest your memory in the suffering of a people, in the pain of its folk and the sacrifice of its children.
And when you lift
up your crystal gobletlift
up your anger against the colonialist bears, and
that your toast occupy a space of rebelliousness to scream
¡Enough! of injustices...enough of Walls, of Occupation and Dead
Suhail Hani Daher
Akel / 2004