The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.
Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.
A poet need not trouble himself if he lies. He lies only in the matter of love, as the regions of the heart are open to tempting conquest.
Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.
I am not a lover of Israel, of course. I have no reason to be. But I don't hate Jews.
For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.