A rock sleeping on the city's beach Waking to the sound of roaming birds When it saw me with my love it cheered And sent me a quiet breeze from its sea Even the seagulls in its sky echoed: Its whispers Its smiles Its breeze. A high lemon blossom Followed its people barefoot The wood was running away Stealing our stories Our songs, our dances, The dabkeh and the joy The Ouja orchard And our clear sky