A poem about Lebanon

Most of the cities in the world in which poetry was written, and poets and others sang about it, when it suffered and its people suffered from wars and displacement, just as it was a land, a compassionate chest, and a homeland for the displaced from beloved Palestine. Here I put some of the poems in which I mentioned Lebanon as a mother and beloved, if not more:

forgive us..

If we leave you alone...

And we crept out of the room crying like fleeing soldiers

forgive us..

If we see your pink blood flowing like rivers of agate

And free us from the act of adultery..

And we stayed silent...

Oh.. how ugly we were, how cowardly we were..

When we sold you, Beirut, in the slave market

And we booked luxury apartments in the (Elysée) neighborhood and in (Mayfair) London...

We washed away sorrow with wine, sex, and gambling halls

And we remembered - at the roulette table, the news from home

We missed the time of the oleander in Lebanon...

And the era of Hellfire..

We wept as women cry.

The homeland of the stars... I'm here staring... Remember who I am?

Hinted in the distant past Grara boy Orana ?

Two joys frolic in your fields, like the breeze, our cities

The owned and the non-owned

He climbs trees, neither bored nor bored

And he returns with branches that he sharpens with swords or canna

And he wades through the mud of winter, gleefully and in love

He does not fear the evil of the eyes, nor does he fear the tongues

And you are demonized so that people say about him “we demonize”

I am that boy whose world was here!

I am from your water a drop that overflowed streams of age

From your soil I am an atom, processions came from Mina

I am one of your birds, Bulbul, who sang of your glory, so I became rich

Carry fluency and joviality from your quarters to the world

How much did my soul hug your Lord and clap in the curve?

For rice is mocked by the winds, by the ages, and by the vanity

For the sea, it is spread by banks of civilization and urbanization

For the night in you is a prayer, for the morning in you is a muezzin

The sun slows in farewell to your arms so that you do not grieve

For the full moon in April, it brightens the eyes

So it dissolves in the stare of the resort, a gentle, soft magic

For the field, he improvises masterpieces, a lily or a lily

For the grass the dew made it heavy, for the branch the reaping made it heavy

Beauty lived a homeless person in the land looking for a place to live

Until it was revealed to him, so he gave a journey and settled down

And art reviewed the mountains, so you were the best

God has a secret in you, O Lebanon, that has not been revealed to us

He created the stars and feared that minds would seduce and seduce us

So your cedar lends his glory and majesty so that we may believe

They claimed your seduction... I wish they had attributed the possibility to me

One may forget the abuser, the slanderer, and the philanthropist

And wine, and beauty, and stringed strings, and singing

And the bitterness of humiliating poverty, and the pleasures of wealth

But no matter how easy it is, it entertains the home

Where are you from, you who named him branches? From where are you, the cypress and the dairy are sacrificed for you

If you are not from my family, do not pass by us, or not, so what bothers the son of the neighbor is neighbors

And who am I? Don't ask a brunette who grew up at the junction of what sun and shaitan meet

I have a rock stuck to the star, I live in it, books flew with it, it said that is Lebanon

Distributed by the worries of glory, it is a passion and a den of punishments in which two eagles are raised

My family and they are boiling, death becomes their game if they look towards the slope of aggression

A handful and an odd amount of rice is sufficient for their men, if the earth becomes less than a homeland

Is God's paradise except wherever your eyes are blessed, every breadth after slander

Here on a beach or above at usury opens the mind You said the thought April

We were and remain because we believe in him, and then let the heroes expand

I have a rock stuck to the star, I live in it, books flew with it, it said that is Lebanon