Brand of Slaves / Mahmoud Darwish

Rome is skin to us as if imposed fate 
Its name is branded on our backs yet 
As prisoners' numbers and scourges that's Rome 
Rome dismantles our brands under her want 
Unarmed slaves smashed the royal court 
Babylon is around our neck, 
As branded returning captive prisoners 
Attires of tyrant were changed entirely 
That he was survived after death. 
If they still believe on him, he won't die 
We died and lived but the way is the same 
Africa at our dancing party is as drum and naked fire 
It is as songstress desire nearby the smock of her fire 
One day I played pipe fluently of fallen trunks. 
I let the snake dancing until sleep 
And I threw its canine away 
Africa and Asia then shall meet at a new dance.