قالوا الدروز فقلت جيل معرق
العقل دين والوفاء الموثقُ
والصدق شرعتهم فإن عاهدتهم
بروا وإن نطقوا بأمر يصدقوا
خلق الأسود متى يمس حماهم
وسخاء حاتم طيء إن يطرقوا
تمت مروءتهم فإن ناديتهم
طاروا إليك عصائبا تتدفق
ربضوا بباب الشرق خير ضراغم
تحمي العرين فأين منه الأبلقُ
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Beloved, if perchance word of my death reaches you
As, alone, you fondle my only child
Eagerly awaiting my return,
Shed no tears in sorrow for me
For in my homeland
Life is degradation and wounds
And in my eyes the call of danger rings.
Beloved, if word of my death reaches you
And the lovers cry out:
The loyal one has departed, his visage gone forever,
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طَـبعتْكَ كـفُ الله سيفَ أمان
كـمنَ الـرّدى في حدِه للجاني
الـعدلُ قـائمهُ وفـي اِفْـرَنْدهِ
سـورُ الـهدى نُزلّن سحر بيان
وعـليك أمـلى الله مـن آياته
شـهباً هـتكْنَ مـدارع البُهتان
لـولا كـتابك مـا رأينا معجزاً
فـي أمـةٍ مـرصوصة الـبنيان
حملت إلى الأقطار من صحرائها
قـبسَ الهدى ومطارفَ العمران
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الشكر أهديه إلى صبري خلف
من بالمروءة والسماح قد اتصف
ماضي العزيمة لا يشق غباره
لكنه ما حاد قط عن الشرف
تنباكه يحيي النفوس عبيره
لكنّه ما حاد قط عن الشرف
لو بتّ ليلي لا أقر من الأسى
أو كان قلبي قد ألم به التلف
دخّنت من تنباكه فإذا الذي
أشكوه من هذا البلاء قد انكشف
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Perched on your strained life’s tree
Jumping from one branch to another
The Caged Bird set herself free…
From your fragile frame
Weakened by 86 summers’ heat,
Flying away from the mortal sight
Beyond the vast blue sky -
For an eternal rest in the abode
Immortalised by your prolific writings..
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Pensile clouds of a new Truth loom.
With them are selected versions of
Extinct grief.
Looking through the yellowness of a
Dog’s eyes, this aura of Truth, pervasive,
Sours my palate.
What say the bulletins and tabloids
In their speech potency?
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Dear teacher, You are the best
You really stand out among the rest
As you plant a seed of curiosity and motivation,
We know & grow & succeed
Every lesson you teach,
Inspires us to dream, to work & to reach
You work hard every day & night,
To make us very bright
Every word spoken for you seems to be less,
I sometimes wonder do you ever rest?
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Once upon a time, dear
This day, every year
Made me bathe in tear-
As it came so near.
At a pretty little past
Although it'd be the last,
For things fade so fast
't was day of my heart.
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I sit across from you in the dimly lit café
Your eyes are restless, your hands are stained with paint
Silent strangers inspect each other helpless
Tell me of your visions, your fears, your dreams
You speak of stars in Arles, sunflowers, colours and light
We sip our coffee, we smoke our pipes, we watch the night
You smile at me as we forget ourselves in someone's bloodstream
You are a genius, a madman, a tortured soul
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Perched on your strained life’s tree
Jumping from one branch to another
The Caged Bird set herself free…
From your fragile frame
Weakened by 86 summers’ heat,
Flying away from the mortal sight
Beyond the vast blue sky -
For an eternal rest in the abode
Immortalised by your prolific writings..
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