فجر بالي

ترجمة إنجليزية · بمساعدة الذكاء الاصطناعي

I wake in a land that does not know my name,

and the dawn here comes from another sea.

But the light is the same —

whether it rises from the Atlas

or from an island that holds no memory of my ancestors.

I build with two hands

that learned patience in my mother's kitchen

and learned speed in the internet café.

The homeland is not a place.

The homeland is what you carry

when you leave.