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Bilal Al Masry (Lebanon
Bilal Al Masri It’s not me
Nihility has no shadow that I follow it Your voice which amazes me I do not hear it The one who is standing between your hands If all the trees flowered If all the women delayed their autumn
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Your favors would not be of any benefit to him Your voice that worries me I do not hear I am not the mount to send it back to you Nor am I the abyss to pass me by Without falling Inflict me so I may know your heart in my time The one who stands there is a mirage The one who sits here is not me I do not know where I am present or absent
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(Translated by Munir Mezyed)
Soft music…extreme delight The angels are dangling Heaven is waves The sea is at the top Tears fixate on tremendous joy Thus they pour down
Word is a high wall I ascend to the meaning with all my senses Heaven is in our small chamber The bed is bed suffocating
I open the goblets of tales Pour the sun in your cup Your small breast enters the lungs Overlooking my heart For a moment every thing stops evolving I row with the two thighs Insert my heart into your clothes I hear your voice a wolf attacking me Reside…Reside!
My years are grass for the horses of dreams
My heart is bread and my blood your outpouring heart I hear your voice a wolf Reside…Reside! Flaming fire of nostalgia Wind passed by the lake of meaning Thus the mirrors of visions quacked I see you in everything
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