ﻣن ﺧﻠف أﺳوار ﺗﻧﺎدي ﺑﺄﺻوات ﻗدﯾﻣﺔ وﻓﻲ ﺷوارع ﺗﺗداﻓﻊ اﻟﺣﯾﺎة ﺑﯾن ﺿﺟﯾﺞ اﻷﻟم
ﺷﻌب ﯾﺻﻣد ﺑﻘوة ﻻ ﺗﻠوى ﯾﺣﻣﻠون ﺟروح اﻟﺗﺎرﯾﺦ وﻋبء اﻟﻌدم
ﻣﺎ ﻣن ﺣدود ﺗﻘﯾد أرواح اﻹﻧﺳﺎن وﻻ ﺟدار ﯾﻔﺻل ﺑﯾن أﻗﺎرب اﻟدم واﻟروح
ﻓﻛل دﻣﻌﺔ ﺗﮭدر ﻓﻲ ھذه اﻷرض اﻟﻘدﯾﻣﺔ ﺗﺟد ﺻدى أﺻوات ﺗردد ﻟﻠﻌدل واﻟﺳﻠوى
Ancient voices call from beyond the walls in streets full of life through the noise of pain.
A nation surviving with unwavering strength carrying the wounds of history and the weight of the void.
There are no borders that bind the souls of man, and no wall separating the relatives of blood and soul.
Every teardrop wasted in this ancient land finds echoing voices that call for justice and solace.
Painting and poetry by Demah Nasser.
Translation by Amr Abbas.