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Feb 10, 2021 06:34 PM Feb 10, 2021 06:34 PM
To faces which wither under the mask of melancholy, I bow. To roads on which I forgot my tears, to a father who died as green as a cloud with a sail upon his face, I bow And to a child who is sold in order to pray and polish shoes, (in my country, we all pray and polish shoes), and to rocks upon which I carved with my hunger that they were lightning and rain rolling under my eyelids, and to a house whose soil I carried in my wanderings, I bow. All these are my homeland- Not Damascus. ___________________ Songs of Mihyar the Damamscene Selected and translated by Kamal Abu-Deeb
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