Here on the slopes before sunset

and at the gun-mouth of time,

Near orchards deprived of their shadows,

 We do what prisoners do,

What the unemployed do: We nurture hope.

A country on the verge of dawn

We have become less intelligent

Because we stare at the hour of

victory:

There is no night in our night that

Our enemies stay up at night,

And light

The darkness of our cellars.

Here ,after Job"s poestry we

waited for none...

          ----By Mahmoud Darwish

从埃及的《金字塔报》上读到了埃及作家写的诗歌，关于目前的巴以冲突的。