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Pride and Fury

Poem No.: 68 النص العربي: لا يوجد

O Homeland! O Eagle,

Plunging, through the bars of my cell,

Your fiery beak in my eyes!

All I possess in the presence of death

Is pride and fury.

I have willed that my heart be planted as a tree,

That my forehead become an abode for skylarks.

O eagle,

I am unworthy of your lofty wing,

I prefer a crown of flame.

O homeland!

We were born and raised in your wound,

And ate the fruit of your trees,

To witness the birth of your daybreak.

O eagle unjustly languishing in chains,

O legendary death which once was sought,

Your fiery beak is still plunged in my eye.

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