Inch'Allah [English translation]

I saw the East in its case

with the moon for a banner

and I counted on a quatrain in which

to sing it's light to the world.

But when I saw Jerusalem

a poppy on a rock

I heard a requiem

when I leant over it.

Don't you see, humble chapel,

you who whisper "Peace on Earth."

That the birds hide with their wings

these fiery letters: "Danger: frontier."?

The path leads to the fountain

you may want to refill your bucket.

Stop there, Mary-Magdalen,

for them, your body is worth less than the water.

God willing, God willing, God willing, God willing

And the olive tree mourns its shadow,

its tender spouse, its friend,

who lie beneath the rubble,

prisoners in enemy territory.

On the spike of barbed wire

the butterfly lies in wait for the rose;

the people are so scatter-brained

that they will reject me, if I dare.

God of hell or God of heaven

you who are where to you it seems good

in this land of Israel

there are children trembling.

God willing, God willing, God willing, God willing

The women fall under the storm.

Tomorrow the blood will be washed away.

The road is made with courage,

one woman for one paving stone.

But of course, I've seen Jerusalem

a poppy on a rock

I always hear a requiem

while I am leant over it.

Requiem for six million souls

who don''t have their marble mausoleum

and who, in spite of the infamous sand,

have made six million trees grow.

God willing, God willing, God willing, God willing