LIKE A POOR MAN
I have been feeling pretty roses are
Too thirsty in the garden of my life,
Because of snow and cold they shiver there,
Just like a beggar who is doomed to strife.
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YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND
You do not understand, no matter what
You claim and say, no matter how high you
Would fly you would then fall. But if you walked
The distance, you’d return so bored, it’s true!
**
I have been feeling pretty roses are
Too thirsty in the garden of my life,
Because of snow and cold they shiver there,
Just like a beggar who is doomed to strife.
**
YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND
You do not understand, no matter what
You claim and say, no matter how high you
Would fly you would then fall. But if you walked
The distance, you’d return so bored, it’s true!
**
A NOBLE GIRL
Where do you go? You do not say where you
Are destined, though I am your husband, say;
Return to dignity, do not still flirt;
For noble born do not stoop in this way.
**
LIBERTY
It is no wider than that of my sight,
No matter how big is the rolling sea?
Nor bigger than the heart that beats within,
Shedding its blood as price for liberty.
**
YOU ARE WRONG
You are so wrong when you have settled all
Our differences and then tell to all
What our hearts hold, so I now beg of you
To cherish our love, sentiments recall.
**
I GOT OLD
I have so aged, and snow is on my head,
But I would tell the story of my life;
I am forgetful and afraid, and what
I fear, of course, is this state reached in strife.
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THEY SOLD ITS SOIL
The Cedar which is crying on the top
Of mountains, sees its branches dying, since
They sold its soil, and so the smile has gone
From all its little ones who know offence.
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THE DESPERATION OF THE YEARS
I worry about you, my Lebanon
But tears have thus been cheapened by their flow,
And I am desperate, with a new year,
For years have burned my homeland, sadly so
**
Where do you go? You do not say where you
Are destined, though I am your husband, say;
Return to dignity, do not still flirt;
For noble born do not stoop in this way.
**
LIBERTY
It is no wider than that of my sight,
No matter how big is the rolling sea?
Nor bigger than the heart that beats within,
Shedding its blood as price for liberty.
**
YOU ARE WRONG
You are so wrong when you have settled all
Our differences and then tell to all
What our hearts hold, so I now beg of you
To cherish our love, sentiments recall.
**
I GOT OLD
I have so aged, and snow is on my head,
But I would tell the story of my life;
I am forgetful and afraid, and what
I fear, of course, is this state reached in strife.
**
THEY SOLD ITS SOIL
The Cedar which is crying on the top
Of mountains, sees its branches dying, since
They sold its soil, and so the smile has gone
From all its little ones who know offence.
**
THE DESPERATION OF THE YEARS
I worry about you, my Lebanon
But tears have thus been cheapened by their flow,
And I am desperate, with a new year,
For years have burned my homeland, sadly so
**
