1. In times of crisis, I have intuitions

    that tell me

  2. the sea leaves its balcony

    when the barbarians of the age arrive.

  3. Within it, the soldiers of its anxieties are still encamped.

    For it has a memory

  4. that, if it tipped even a little,

    would spill out, recounting the secret history

  5. of all our defeats.

    There, the sun is no sun;

  6. ،

    the moon standing on the balcony

    with darkness above it is no moon.

  7. He was a friend, and things loved his friendship.

    Even the cigarette pitched its tent between his lips,

  8. ،

    and the lighter grew fond of his fingertips.

    As for the handkerchief, it rested only upon his face.

  9. He was great;

    even the sea, passing near him, stood in awe of him

  10. ,

    and extended a hand of peace

    to the frightened ships.

  11. Nothing dulls the purity of his heart.

    In private he is as he is in public.

  12. He died, and still dies, for love of the homeland.

    Can an age of apostasy make him

  13. ؟

    ...

    turn his coat?

    No. He is above such chameleon-like change,

  14. .

    even if he departs with his principle in his shroud.

    He seeks something like refuge

  15. ....

    on other shores; when the wind passes over them,

    the palm remains in its proud stance.

  16. Baghdad still overflows with song,

    and Beirut still lives the life of oases.

  17. The soothsayer told me

    that the hope lodged in children's eyes

  18. will grow,

    grow,

  19. grow,

    and that the satellite channels of chronic absurdity

  20. will have the earth quake beneath them,

    and beneath the swords of earnest resolve

  21. .

    ***

    the farce will be defeated.

    ***

  22. :

    Conclusion:

    Rust climbs the edges of the Arabs' sharp blades,

  23. ،

    and their horses have grown thin; pasture has receded from them.

    They have grown used to division; nothing unites them.

  24. To the eye they are few, though they are a multitude.

    In their land the sweetest rivers run,

  25. yet heat and thirst ravage the peoples.

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