By Charbel Baini
Translated by Mirna Nehme
-1-
For the first time in two years
I sense the taste of happiness
The world hit me with an eye,
Hurt me, and after a month it came,
To embrace me and healed its wounds
-2-
Let me rejoice people
And wipe from my cheek the tear
If you taste the bitterness of the cup
Which I drank in the darkness of days
You would summarize the age in a week
-3-
Wishing someone to install me a wing
And fly me in the high
I want to overcome winds
Which blew in my eyes dust
And threw me in the hardest situation
-4-
Wishing someone to sing me a song
And play me music
Escaping from death's hands
And lying under the sun
Sucking the light from its veins
-5-
High and proud
Even I am a human being
Which does not believe in daybreak
I fought hatred with faith
I stole it from the convent's incense
And burnt it, to scent the air
-6-
Congratulate me; congratulate the oppressed
Who never in his age tasted mercy
The clouds started again to gather
Promise a season of plenty
And pour on the earth the grace
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