Oh, joy of freedom! Oh, joy of freedom! When you return one day, What will I do with this grief-nurtured heart? How will I greet you? Our sorrows are heavy, Our hearts bleed, From head to toe, blood pours forth. We are all wounds, We are all blood, We are all pain. When the devil’s deceit, Dressed as Solomon, Stole the ring with the finger whole, We wove your secret, like a sacred chant, Into the rhythm of verse and song. That bird soaring through the clouds, That seed sprouting in the meadow’s soil, That light dancing in the mirror’s gleam In the quiet of our hearts, they whispered to us, With every breath, they brought tidings of your coming. In the school, in the market, in the mosque, In the square, in the prison, in chains, We murmured your name Freedom, freedom, freedom... Digital & Physical watercolor