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
our land,
squeezing honey and milk
out of drops of our blood,
to live
and hatch out monsters.

From Palestine and Modern Arab Poetry by Khalid A. Sulaiman. New York: Zed, 1984.