Mayy's Letter to Salma: You Are Spring

Cairo, November 6, 1944

You are spring, Salma,
You are the spring of our land — colored, singing, transparent, fertile;
in these breezes there are winds that blow and rage. Yet
spring overcomes them and grinds them as death grinds the wild beasts
— the bells of the feast — every murmur, and rises above every sigh and every
sigh
You are spring. And in the sky of spring is a breeze whose wings motherhood sets free
You are a good Lebanese mother on the horizon of a beautiful Lebanese spring
I admire you and I love you