Poesía / Mu’in Bseiso

The God of Urushalim2 Let my right hand forget me, let my beloved’s eyes, my brother and my only friend all forget me. If I remember not that the God of Urushalim lies heavily on [the chest of] our land, squeezing honey and milk out of drops of our blood, to live and hatch out monsters. — Mu’in Bseiso