#tozeur

Ila Tughat al-Alam

Hark! You tyrannous dictator, lover of darkness, enemy of life. You mocked the cries of the weak, and your palm is stained with their blood. You set out tarnishing the enchantment of existence, sowing the thorns of anguish among the hills.

Slow down! Let not the Spring deceive you, nor the serenity of the sky, nor the glow of the morning. For in the vast horizon lurks the power of darkness, the bombardment of thunder, and the raging of winds. Beware! Under the ashes burns the flame, and he who sows the thorns harvests the wounds.

Think! Whenever you reap the heads of men and the flowers of hope, wherever you water the heart of the earth with blood and inebriate it with tears, the flood will carry you away, the torrent of blood, and the burning rage will consume you.

Imperious despot, insolent in strife, Lover of ruin, enemy of life! You mock the anguish of an impotent land Whose people's blood has stained your tyrant hand, And desecrate the magic of this earth, sowing your thorns, to bring despair to birth,

Patience! Let not the Spring delude you now, The morning light, the skies’ unclouded brow; Fear gathers in the broad horizon's murk Where winds are rising, and deep thunders lurk; When the weak weeps, receive him not with scorn— Who soweth thorns, shall not his flesh be torn?

Arab house in Tozeur, Tunisia