Plains and meadows
Peaks, valleys, caves and highlands:
Are stamped with my feet.
My footsteps
Right from the dawn of an era
And birth of time
Are portrayed on the face of threshing floors and fields
I and no one else
Right here and nowhere else
Fell in love with life
dreamt
And saw the need
I stroked my ploughshare
Into the cleaves of the earth
Planted my heartbeats
In the womb of my land
And civilisation was born
I and no one else
Right here and nowhere else
wrestled with the river
It wanted to quarrel
But i broke its back
My unyielding will
Overcame its will
I learned its tricks
I split its midriff (banks)
So the earth is watered
And my orchards quenched
So that the produce is multiplied
And the fruits are ripened
Right here
I modelled my mud
It was in my palm
And not in somebody else’s
It turned into a tablet
Right here indeed
I married the tablet to the reed
Through my reed and not somebody else’s
The intellect made love to it.
I sprinkled it with wisdom
They landed upon its cheeks
Just like kisses
The beauty of its appearance became manifest
Through my cuneiform signs
It was my arm and not somebody else’s
That strake its punch
Into the chest of the mountain
And shook its foundations
It was my grip
That tore its heart
Crushed, burned and mixed it
Through this gypsum I plastered my walls
And built settlements, cities and lands
Mud
It was I that laid it into moulds
Brick upon brick
I built temples and settlements
Yes it is I, who else but I
Today,
The mountains attest
And the valleys recall
Whose ploughshare
Pierced the virginity of the earth
And planted the seed in its womb
God does reveal
If he is not asleep and snoring
Christ will not deceive
If he is not out drinking in a supper banquet with his friends
Do ask them,
Ask the sun and the moon too
Ask them all:
Who learned the tricks and split the midriffs (banks) of these rivers
Who moulded the tablet and plastered the walls
brick upon brick:
Built settlements and temples
Ask
Whose envied poplars cannot be faulted?
Who, made a fence
And drew borders
Ask
Whose land, is heaven and faultless
Ask!
Who is it but I...
That moulded this earth and the very same earth moulded me. |