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 بدء النهار بالشعر والفنون يجعل الحياة أكثر قابليةً للاحتمال
Starting the day with poetry and art makes life bearable

 

It's not as other nights

 

The night speaks to the water

whereas the sky hides the poems in its heart.

Springs are competing 

Trees in the horizon are sheltered by the darkness

and intrigues.

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The Longing of Homelands for Their People

We think we are at peace,
our feet rooted in our lands,
and our heads lifted high, inhaling the open air.

We think our dreams are enough to stretch across the horizon,
until, when we enter the cities,
our souls are seized by fear
for they lose themselves in the narrow streets,
not knowing through which gate they might escape.

Do not tell the horizon of your dreams,
do not hide your hopes within your heart.
Write them upon the walls,
and draw around them wings to let them fly.

قمر على حافة النافذة
ليل لا يستيقظ في هذه الأنحاء
الأزهار ذابلة في الحقل. 

A moon on the edge of the window,
a night that never wakes in these lands,
flowers withering in the field.

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