We have on this earth what makes life worth living. the aroma of bread at dawn, a woman’s opinion of men, the works of Aeschylus, the beginnings of love, grass on a stone, mothers who live on a flute’s sigh and the invaders’ fear of memories. We have on this earth what makes life worth living. The waning days of dawn, a woman leaving forty in full blossom, the hour of sunlight in prison, a cloud resembling a pack of creatures, the applause of a people for those who face their end with a smile and the tyrants’ fear of songs. We have on this earth what makes life worth living on this earth, The lady of earth. The mother of all beginnings. The mother of all endings. She was called Palestine. She came to be called Palestine. O lady, because you are my lady. I AM WORTHY OF LIFE.