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Feb 10, 2021 06:05 PM Feb 10, 2021 06:05 PM
Put on the mask of burnt wood, O, Babel of fire and mysteries. I await the god who comes draped in flames, adorned with pearls stolen from oysters out of the lung of the sea. I await the god who feels perplexed, rages, weeps, bows and glows . Your face, O, Mihyar, heralds the coming god. ___________________ Songs of Mihyar the Damamscene Selected and translated by Kamal Abu-Deeb
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