Pride And Fury -Mahmoud Darwish

O Homeland! O Eagle, 

Plunging, through the bars of my cell, 

Your fiery beak in my eyes! 

All I possess in the presence of death 

Is pride and fury. 

I have willed that my heart be planted as a tree, 

That my forehead become an abode for skylarks. 

O eagle, 

I am unworthy of your lofty wing, 

I prefer a crown of flame. 

O homeland! 

We were born and raised in your wound, 

And ate the fruit of your trees, 

To witness the birth of your daybreak. 

O eagle unjustly languishing in chains, 

O legendary death which once was sought, 

Your fiery beak is still plunged in my eye.