Perhaps death is a metaphor to remind us of a secret of life we failed to notice.
For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.
The only paradise we know through our senses and intuition is that of the beloved, and the only hell, disappointment in love.
So which of your Lord's favors do you two deny? You and I are absent, you and I are present and absent. So which of your Lord's favors do you two deny?
For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.