Carry me, O light, to the lands of my country,
For you are faster than sound,
And lighter than air.
I yearn for that blessed land,
Which I planted with green olive trees.
Tell me, for God's sake,
Have you seen my northern grove?!
And have you given the doves some of its branches?!
You are selfish, O light,
because you keep the peace all to yourself.
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