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The Epic of Inferno & MuseIn 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 ..! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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