We have no roaring floods whose angry shocks Can kill the fishes dashed against their rocks. We have not winds that cut down street by street As easy as our scythes can cut down wheat No mountains here to spew their burning hearts Into the valleys,on our human parts. No earthquakes here,that ring church bells afar, A hundred miles from where those earthquakes are. We have no cause to set our dreading eyes, Like Arabs,on fresh streams in Paradise.We have no roaring floods whose angry shocks Can kill the fishes dashed against their rocks. We have not winds that cut down street by street As easy as our scythes can cut down wheat No mountains here to spew their burning hearts Into the valleys, on our human parts. No earthquakes here, that ring church bells afar, A hundred miles from where those earthquakes are. We have no cause to set our dreading eyes, Like Arabs, on fresh streams in Paradise