I am among the many who fell in love at first sight when seeing Damascus, a town which has never disappointed me.
To faces which wither under the mask of melancholy,I bow.To roads on which I forgot my tears,to a father who died as green as a cloud with a sail upon his face,I bowAnd to a child who is soldin order to pray and polish shoes, (in my country, we all pray and polish shoes), and to rocks upon which I carved with my hunger that they were lightning and rainrolling under my eyelids,and to a house whose soil I carried in my wanderings, I bow.All these are my homeland Not Damascus.AdonisSongs of Mihyar the Damamscene/A Homeland
This is a beautiful poem, Rami. Is this your translation?
No. I got it from the internet...
Beautyfull picture. Makes me want to visit Damascus :).
Damascus is a very beautiful city. it has a special charm that attracks people locals and visitors. Its structures shows a good french influence in building/expanding a city. the many squares like sabe bahrat, omayyad square, abbasseyin square are such exmple. it is getting a big city with i believe 5 millions people. one of the things needed to be improved is parking....still Damascus is my favorite city of all.
Ayman what is the title of the poem?
Dina, these are two verse from the poem "Tarsee' Bil Thahab 'Ala Sayf Dimashqi" (Gold Engraving on a Damascene Sword).
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