And I am so devoted to you, sun
that every evening, when the sky goddess takes you to her side/
to lay you to sleep at night,
I fear you will not wake up again/
If you do not wake up one morning/
that morning will not be the morning I love
that which dazzles my eyes with its light/
that which is reflected in the dew drops on the hills
when I put my hand to my forehead/
that morning will not be there again…
And I am so devoted to you, sun
that when your terrible enemies take you captive in Heliopolis during the night raids/
to dedicate you to the gods of darkness,
I fear you will not rise again/
if you do not rise into my outstretched hands to the sky/
that god I believe in will not be there again,
that which warms the bones of the people in the slums with its warmth/
that which creates the full-bellied, well-clothed smiles of children
and so I am resentful of you, sun,
while my people sing songs of freedom/
while marching in waves towards your heart/
to take over the thousand-year-old yearning
I fear you will not call/ me too…
If you do not call your comrade/
it will not be the freedom you know/
a freedom that soars to the clouds on the wings of birds/
chases away the desolate yesterdays with silent todays/
and towards passionate tomorrows/
it will not be a freedom…
And I am so in love with you, sun
I am afraid of you…
Artwork by: Albert Rigolot
