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The Epic of Inferno & Muse


                                                                              
In the beginning it was the word
and the word became mournfulness

What shall I say..
Will poetry be enough
to soothe the madness of death
and halt this everlasting bleed...?

My sorrow is going insane,
And god is dead within my soul,
whilst my soul becomes a coffin of smoke...
Thus I behold naught
But fire succeeding fire
and autumn following autumn....

I come out
Searching for a wheat stalk
Among this ruin
For a love poem
I find the sparrows of poetry
Sucking blood from the trees' breast...

A dove flies away from my weary soul
Hovering over the wrecked roofs
Hit by an arrow of anarchy...
Fluttering to the sacred stairs
Rolling, bleeding to death...

We pass from wound to wound
Flee from massacre to massacre
As we are about to extinguish a fire
Another fire starts burning...

We carry the sun
Then why do the walls of darkness
and the columns of smoke enfold us....?

Oh Beirut, Forgive,
And blame me not...!
If I divorce my white dove,
Slaughter all the sparrows of poetry,
and disbelieve in every thing...

Oh Beirut,
My pain is the pain of Christ
on His awful cross...!
I persist in searching
 for a path will lead me to the Caliph
 but to no avail...!
whilst the devils mock at me
Saying:
 He is dead and saturated with death...!

Oh Beirut,
Your are a mermaid,
Copulating god day and night,
Casting her silver bracelets on the sand,
Loosing her tresses over the sea
Spraying her perfume over the poets' odes.
So why then do we usurp viciously her virginity
And water her with blood and tears...?

Oh Beirut,
The sea nymphs are crucified
In an old palm trees
with birds their golden skulls
Smashed, hanged on the trunk....

Black water flows into the sacred soil
Fire
Burning the meadows of prophecy..
whilst the hand of winds 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..!

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…

Trickles of light are leaking calmly
Out of the chamber of the sun
Verses are shedding sadly
Out of the bleeding spirit...

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 ..!




 

















 











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