4/27/2005

Haunted By Her

Oh Damascus, how can I describe the way I feel
When I am always haunted by you?

Forgive me if I did not reveal my passion to you
For the sweetest thing about love is concealing.
.
Nizar Qabbani (1923-1998)

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am among the many who fell in love at first sight when seeing Damascus, a town which has never disappointed me.

Rami said...

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 bow
And to a child who is sold
in 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 rain
rolling under my eyelids,
and to a house whose soil I carried in my wanderings,
I bow.
All these are my homeland
Not Damascus.

Adonis
Songs of Mihyar the Damamscene/A Homeland

Ayman said...

This is a beautiful poem, Rami. Is this your translation?

Rami said...

No. I got it from the internet...

fefe said...

Beautyfull picture. Makes me want to visit Damascus :).

Anonymous said...

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.

t'su said...

Lovely poetry.

Dina said...

Ayman what is the title of the poem?

Ayman said...

Dina, these are two verse from the poem "Tarsee' Bil Thahab 'Ala Sayf Dimashqi" (Gold Engraving on a Damascene Sword).

Dina said...

Thanks:)