"Those who you love are gone, gone. You either exist or you don't. The mask has fallen off the mask, off* the mask. The mask has fallen. No one but you
but you in this open space for enemies and forgetfulness
Make a country out of every trench
No...no one
the mask has fallen:
Arabs who obey their Romans
Arabs and they sold their souls
Arabs...and they were lost..."
(from In Praise of The High Shadow by Mahmud Darwish)
*(Sinan is right: it should be off not from)