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 Inferno and the Muse

Sea nymphs are crucified
In an old palm tree
With birds their golden skulls
Smashed
Hanged on a trunk

Trickles of light are leaking calmly
Out of the chamber of the sun
Verses are shedding sadly
Out of the bleeding spirit
Blessed is the poesy
Singing the sun..!
Blessed are the roses
Glittering in our souls
To shatter darkness
Growing in the cheeks of dawn
Watered with our blood…

The hand of the wind vandalizes
The garden of delight
Ah! I wish my poesy
Had the power to shake the soul's leaves
And enliven the dead..
For lo! The hour of defeat is the hour of silence..!

Under the sky
The colors of inferno..
On the shores where sorrows grow
Olive trees are garnished with blood
Roses of love cast into the lake of fire
The sound of death is howling loudly
Like a wolf touched by insanity…

Blood in the birds' songs
In the sliver brooks
In the celestial shores
cry and mourn, o grievous soul..!
Blood and hatred
are the new phrases of the book of mores
For Lo! Wars are the language of the fools..

God's eyes are watching the flood
Mocking at our idiocy
For Lo! The hour of defeat is the hour of silence…!

By the word what they inscribe!
They are falsifiers
They were born from poisons
Their tales
Their myths
Are fraught with killing and hatred

O Jerusalem!
Eternal is the night
The night of the villains..

Once upon a time
Drunken Deity kidnapped the belle
From the meadows
And disappeared in the sea ..
Thus the world beheld the light
Coming out from the land of Canaan ..

Europa , Europa,
Grieve not , nor be afflicted
Heaven is bashful from your tears
And the drunken Deity is burying his disgrace ..
Trying again to capture the land of the sun..

O land of the sun..!
Every soul will pass away
But You will always remain the Muse…
For lo! I mourn not you
But mourning man and god
The hour of defeat is the hour of silence..!

Streams of blood will flow
Into the scared soil
Nourishing the violet roses
So let the storm of poetry shake the tree
Blowing the leaves of evil
Behold, Poetry is the bread of the Poor
The dreams of the rebels …
And love will defeat the devil and Mot..!


O Jerusalem ..!
Eternal is the night
The night of the villains

The sons of the devil in the wings of death
Challenging the almond and the olive trees..
Intoxicated with poisons of human serpents
Gulping poisons from the children's skulls,
So joyfully they behold the blood
And Dance on the pipe of an elf
Deafening the ears of heavens
Filling the ether with cries and yells…

In heaven
The goddess of love cries:
I am dead..
And the belle is falling
In the belly of an evil whale…

O Jerusalem
Grieve not, nor be afflicted !
Eternal is the night
The night of the villains..!
Every tree narrates a tale
A tale of heroes who died as martyrs

O Jerusalem
Here
Since the beginning of creation
Under your sun
The angels of god have bathed
In the dew of the heavens
And in the fragrance of your soil…

O Jerusalem
Here
Christ was born
Here where he walked and dreamed
Here
Where he was crucified..
Eternal is the night
The night of the villains..!

Sing O Fairouz
Songs are the new divination
So let the world hear your songs
And wipe out the tears
from the eyes of the oppressed ..
I could hear the bell ringing
Calling Christ to arise ..!


Copyright © Munir Mezyed


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