The Epic of Sadness ..from nezar gabbani

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  1. aziz-navii

    aziz-navii عضو

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    [grade="008080 0000FF 800080 4B0082"]Your love taught me to grieve
    and I have been in need, for centuries
    a woman to make me grieve
    for a woman, to cry upon her arms
    like a sparrow
    for a woman to gather my pieces
    like shards of broken crystal

    Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits
    it has taught me to read my coffee cups
    thousands of times a night
    to experiment with alchemy,
    to visit fortune tellers

    It has taught me to leave my house
    to comb the sidewalks
    and search your face in raindrops
    and in car lights
    and to peruse your clothes
    in the clothes of unknowns
    and to search for your image
    even.....even.....
    even in the posters of advertisements
    your love has taught me
    to wander around, for hours
    searching for a gypsies hair
    that all gypsies women will envy
    searching for a face, for a voice
    which is all the faces and all the voices...

    Your love entered me...my lady
    into the cities of sadness
    and I before you, never entered
    the cities of sadness
    I did not know...
    that tears are the person
    that a person without sadness
    is only a shadow of a person...

    Your love taught me
    to behave like a boy
    to draw your face with chalk
    upon the wall
    upon the sails of fishermen's boats
    on the Church bells, on the crucifixes,
    your love taught me, how love,
    changes the map of time...
    Your love taught me, that when I love
    the earth stops revolving,
    Your love taught me things
    that were never accounted for
    So I read children's fairytales
    I entered the castles of genies
    and I dreamt that she would marry me
    the Sultan's daughter
    those eyes..
    clearer than the water of a lagoon
    those lips...
    more desirable than the flower of pomegranates
    and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight
    and I dreamt that I would give
    her necklaces of pearl and coral
    Your love taught me, my lady,
    what is insanity
    it taught me...how life may pass
    without the Sultan's daughter arriving

    Your love taught me
    How to love you in all things
    in a bare winter tree,
    in dry yellow leaves
    in the rain, in a tempest,
    in the smallest cafe, we drank in,
    in the evenings...our black coffee

    Your love taught me...to seek refuge
    to seek refuge in hotels without names
    in churches without names...
    in cafes without names...

    Your love taught me...how the night
    swells the sadness of strangers
    It taught me...how to see Beirut
    as a woman...a tyrant of temptation
    as a woman, wearing every evening
    the most beautiful clothing she possesses
    and sprinkling upon her breasts perfume
    for the fisherman, and the princes
    Your love taught me how to cry without crying
    It taught me how sadness sleeps
    Like a boy with his feet cut off
    in the streets of the Rouche and the Hamra

    Your love taught me to grieve
    and I have been needing, for centuries
    a woman to make me grieve
    for a woman, to cry upon her arms
    like a sparrow
    for a woman to gather my pieces
    like shards of broken crystal.
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  3. Dilemma

    Dilemma مشرف سابق

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    I could not complete it all.
    But it's nice to read Nizar's poem
    and it would be more then wonderful if you let us read yours
    Thanx fellow
    Yours
    Dilemma
     

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