On The Trunk Of An Olive Tree

I shall carve my story and the chapters of my tragedy, I shall carve my sighs On my grove and on the tombs of my dead; ......I shall carve the number of each deed Of our usurped land The location of my village and its boundaries. The demolished houses of its peoples, My uprooted trees, .........And to remember it all, I shall continue to carve All the chapters of my tragedy, And all the stages of the disaster, From the beginning To end, On the olive tree In the courtyard Of the house.