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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=470997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=470997" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I wept until my tears were dry<br>I prayed until the candles flickered<br>I knelt until the floor creaked<br>I asked about Mohammed and Christ<br>Oh Jerusalem, the fragrance of prophets<br>The shortest path between earth and sky<br>Oh Jerusalem, the citadel of laws<br>A beautiful child with fingers charred<br>and downcast eyes<br>You are the shady oasis passed by the Prophet<br>Your streets are melancholy<br>Your minarets are mourning<br>You, the young maiden dressed in black<br>Who rings the bells in the Nativity<br>On Saturday morning?<br>Who brings toys for the children<br>On Christmas eve?<br>Oh Jerusalem, the city of sorrow<br>A big tear wandering in the eye<br>Who will halt the aggression<br>On you, the pearl of religions?<br>Who will wash your bloody walls?<br>Who will safeguard the Bible?<br>Who will rescue the Quran?<br>Who will save Christ?<br>Who will save man?<br>Oh Jerusalem my town<br>Oh Jerusalem my love<br>Tomorrow the lemon trees will blossom<br>And the olive trees will rejoice<br>Your eyes will dance<br>The migrant pigeons will return<br>To your sacred roofs<br>And your children will play again<br>And fathers and sons will meet<br>On your rosy hills<br>My town<br>The town of peace and olives.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Nizar+Qabbani">Nizar Qabbani</a></strong></div>