Poetry about Lebanon

The poem of Lebanon, is it for the anchors, like a cedar, by Gibran Khalil Gibran

The poem “Lebanon, is it for the verticals like a cedar” by Khalil Gibran:

Lebanon, is it for the anchors like a cedar?

A crown that turns it on forever

If only that rice was our motto

Steadfastness and oscillation of organs

I drove as much as I could

I was ignorant of what was meant

If I looked up, I wouldn't have lost it

Established and not flogged to respond to the club

The red lightning strikes, she smiles

Where the freshness of the blunt and led

And see the twigs every misleading

Including emit it and trigger irrigation

I paused to marvel at God's favor

Lebanon between the heights and valley

I saw sundries runways and villages

Miscellaneous ornaments and ornaments

And the ankles of the horses, sleep its plants

Sneaking about tenderness in the ancestors

And the fasting women endorsed in grace

Shepherds took her from the lions

Lavender and plums are energetic

Good issuance and revenue

A poem, Yast Al-Dunya, O Beirut, by Nizar Qabbani

O Lady of the world, O Beirut...

Who sold your sapphire bracelets?

Who confiscated your magic ring?

And cut your golden braids?

Who slaughtered the sleeping joy in your green eyes?

who slashed your face with a knife,

And poured fire water on your lovely lips

Who poisoned the water of fire on your wonderful lips

Who poisoned the sea water, and sprinkled hatred on the shores

rosary?

Here we come... apologizing... and confessing

I shot you in the spirit of kissing...

So we killed a woman...she was called (Al-Hurriya)...

Poem: Oh Lady of the World, Oh Beirut..

What are we talking about, Beirut?

And in your eyes is the epitome of humanity's grief

And on your burning breasts.. the ashes of the civil war

What are we talking about, O fan of summer, and O rose flower

Who would have thought that we would meet - Oh Beirut - and you are ruined?

Who would have thought that a rose could grow thousands of fangs?

Who would have thought that the eye will fight one day against the eyelashes?

What are we talking about, my pearl?

Oh my sonbelty..

Oh my pens..

oh my dreams..

Oh my poetry.

Where did the cruelty come from, O Beirut?

And you were so hot...

I do not understand how the sparrow turned.. a brutal night shot..

Beirut, I never understand

I don't understand how I forgot God..

Awareness of the pagan era..

Rise from under the blue waves, O Ishtar

National as a rose poem..

Or national as a poem of fire

There is nothing before you, nothing after you, nothing like you.

You are the epitome of ages..

Oh field of pearls..

Oh port of love..

O peacock of water, rise for the sake of love and for the sake of poets

Rise for bread, and for the poor

Love wants you..my dearest queens..

And God wants you, sweetest of queens

Here you paid the tax of your goodness like all beauties

I paid for all the words.

Get out of your sleep...

O sultana, oh lighthouse, oh lamp burning in the heart

Arise, so that the world will remain, O Beirut..and we will remain..

and love remains..

Get up..

Oh, the sweetest pearl that the sea has given

Now we know what that means...

To kill a sparrow at dawn

Now we know what that means...

To drop a bottle of ink over the summer sky

Now we were against God.. and against poetry..

O woman of the world, O Beirut..

Where is the first promise .. and the first love ..

Oh, where we wrote poetry.

And we hid it in velvet bags.

We admit now.. that we were, O Beirut,

We love you like a nomad..

And we make love.. completely

A nomadic…

We admit now.. that you were our concubine

We go to bed all night…

At dawn, we migrate like nomads

We now admit that we were illiterate.

And we didn't know what to do.

We now admit that we were among the murderers.

We saw your head.

Falling under the rocks of Raouche like a bird

admit now..

That we were - the hour the sentence was carried out on you -

false witnesses..

We acknowledge one God.

We were jealous of you..

Your beauty hurt us.

admit now..

That we did not do justice to you..we did not excuse you..and we did not understand you..

And we gave you a knife in place of the rose...

We confess before God the just...

I saw you..

And we slept with you..

And we slept with you..

And we carried you our transgressions..

O woman of the world, the world after you is not enough for us.

Now we know.. that your roots are deep in it..

Now we know what our hands have done.

And the sea searches in its blue notebook for Lebanon

And the green moon..

He finally returned to marry a Lebanese.

Give me your palm, O jewel of the night, and the lily of the countries

admit now..

We were sadistic, bloody...

We were the agents of Satan

O lady of the world, O Beirut..

Get up from under the rubble, like an almond flower in April

Be sad...

The revolution is born from the womb of sorrows

Pay homage to the forests.

And for the rivers..

And for the valleys..

Honor the human being.

Beirut, we made a mistake.

We come to beg for forgiveness.