Mon douloureux Orient [English translation]

My Orient was torn up,

My painful Orient,

Your beautiful starry sky,

Ran with red blood,

My tormented Orient,

My boiling hot memory,

Yesterday I sand to you,

Now, I cry to you

Because I was close to you,

The other day at Jénine,

When you cried, "why"?

In front of the ruined houses

And my heart bled,

One evening in Tel-Aviv,

When your youth danced,

Just at this death which would follow it,

I know no more what to say,

I don't understand anything there anymore,

You've lived through the worst,

Or is that only for tomorrow?

Is it mad to hope,

To see a day on the ground,

Sons of Allah and Yahweh

Living in peace, if they aren't brothers

And to leave the old story,

The spiralling curses,

To wipe my mind,

The ancestral resentments

And to break this spell,

Which steals your children

This dreadful trap

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth

My terrified Orient

Unhappy Near-Oriend

In your injured beauty

You want to deny the time

And I saw you die

My moving Oriend

I always hear your cry

I see your hand which tightened

But I cannot do anything great,

My impossible Oriend

Other than plead for your cause,

A passing prayer

For the powers of the world,

Bend down finally on your wounds

The injury is grave

And more alive than ever

Though they will have to,

There is there a first step

The beginning of an time

Where hate will be forgotten

Two children, who finally

Ignore boundaries

Rub them out, hand in hand

All the years of fire

My Orient was torn up,

My painful Orient

My Orient was torn up,

My painful Orient