شعر لنزار قباني بالنقليزي *وارجو ان يحوز على رضاكم*

When born in the Middle moon ..

Valstouh eggs fall asleep

Under piles dice ..

People leave the shops and spend code

To meet the moon ..

Carrying bread .. Gramophone and the top of the mountains ..

Numbness and equipment ..

And sell .. and .. Icheron Fiction

And photos ..

And die if he lived the moon ..

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What does disk Zia?

My country ..

Prophets's North ..

Ordinary people and the country ..

Madgi tobacco dealers numbness ..

What he was doing us the moon?

Vendia Pride ..

And live to beg the sky ..

What at the sky?

The lazy .. weak ..

Isthilon dead if he lived to the moon ..

And shaking the graves of saints ..

Perhaps Trozkhm rice .. Children .. and the graves of the Patriarchs

Elegant and laying carpets Trr ..

Bofen entertaining as we call ..

And spending ..

In my country .. Ordinary people in the country ..

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Any weakness and decay ..

Itulana If the flow of light

Valsjagid .. And thousands of baskets ..

Qaddah and tea .. And children occupy the hills ..

In my

Where the most naive cry

And living on the light that they can not see ..

In my

Where people live without eyes ..

Where the most naive cry ..

And praying ..

And weighing ..

Dependency and live ..

Since they were living dependency ..

And calling for Crescent:

"O moon ..

O spring rain, which mas ..

And Hacichiya .. and drowsiness ..

O Lord, marble commentator

Dear thing which is not true "..

Long to the east of us ..

Diamond Cluster

For the millions that have haunted the sensory

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Nights in the Middle ..

Finish a full moon ..

Itary east of all honor

, And the struggle ..

Millions of running non-soles ..

And you believe in four wives ..

And on Easter ..

The millions that do not meet the bread ..

Only in the imagination ..

And inhabiting houses at night cough ..

Never .. I knew what form of medicine ..

Deteriorating bodies under Luminance ..

In my country .. Stupid as weeping ..

And die crying ..

Mobilized by the more servile promises .. and "s"

That death, which we call in the Middle ..

"S" .. and singing

In my country ..

Ordinary people in the country ..

Where Izr usually grab long ..

This Alstl which kills the Middle ..

Usually grab the long ..

History of our East cud ..

Dreams and lazy ..

Myths and Joali ..

Our East, a researcher for each tournament ..

In Abu Zaid Al Hilali ..