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تسجيلAn Elegy For Al-Hallaj
Feb 10, 2021 06:50 PM Feb 10, 2021 06:50 PM
Your green poisonous plume, your plume whose veins are filled with flames, with the star rising from Baghdad, is our history and imminent resurrection in our land-in our repeated death. Time lay upon your hands. And the fire in your eyes is sweeping, reaching the sky. O, star rising from Baghdad, laden with poetry and new birth, O, poisonous green plume. Nothing is left for those coming from afar with the echo and death and ice in this land of resurrection. Nothing is left but you and the presence. O, you the language of Galilean thunder in this land of discarded skins. You, poet of the roots and mysteries. ___________________ Songs of Mihyar the Damamscene Selected and translated by Kamal Abu-Deeb
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