I will slog over this endless road to its end.
Until my heart stops, I will slog over this endless, endless road
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This poem by Mahmoud Darwish and translated by Munir Akash and Carolyn Forche is a beautiful poem with lofty theme.
For the dust one day this slogging will stop its working hard dust has died into this body since long ago so; none can avoid this dust; .............///
I will slog over this endless road to its end. Until my heart stops, I will slog over this endless, endless road with nothing to lose but the dust, a very fine poem