In the whispers of the wind, I hear your name,
A melody of love, eternal and untamed,
Mahmoud Darwish, your words a flame,
That lights the path where hearts are claimed.

Your verses weave a tale so grand,
Of love that blooms in desert sand,
With every line, a lover’s hand,
Holding tight, where dreams expand.

Through the storms and through the calm,
Your poetry, a soothing balm,
Binding souls with a gentle charm,
In a dance, both sweet and warm.

Oh, Mahmoud, your love profound,
In every word, a truth is found,
A legacy of love unbound,
Echoing forever, a timeless sound.