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Gone are my people but I exist yet	A
Lamenting them in my solitude	B
Dead are my friends and in their Death my life is naught but great	C
Disaster	D
The knolls of my country are submerged	E
By tears and blood for my people and	F
My beloved are gone and I am here	G
Living as I did when my people and my	H
Beloved were enjoying life and the	I
Bounty of life and when the hills of	J
My country were blessed and engulfed	K
By the light of the sun	L
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My people died from hunger and he who	M
Did not perish from starvation was	N
Butchered with the sword and I am	O
Here in this distant land roaming	P
Amongst a joyful people who sleep	Q
Upon soft beds and smile at the days	R
While the days smile upon them	S
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My people died a painful and shameful	T
Death and here am I living in plenty	U
And in peace This is deep tragedy	U
Ever enacted upon the stage of my	H
Heart few would care to witness this	V
Drama for my people are as birds with	W
Broken wings left behind the flock	X
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If I were hungry and living amid my	H
Famished people and persecuted among	Y
My oppressed countrymen the burden	L
Of the black days would be lighter	D
Upon my restless dreams and the	I
Obscurity of the night would be less	Z
Dark before my hollow eyes and my	H
Crying heart and my wounded soul	A2
For he who shares with his people	T
Their sorrow and agony will feel a	I
Supreme comfort created only by	H
Suffering in sacrifice And he will	B2
Be at peace with himself when he dies	C2
Innocent with his fellow innocents	D2
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But I am not living with my hungry	U
And persecuted people who are walking	P
In the procession of death toward	E2
Martyrdom I am here beyond the	I
Broad seas living in the shadow of	J
Tranquillity and in the sunshine of	J
Peace I am afar from the pitiful	T
Arena and the distressed and cannot	F2
Be proud of ought not even of my own	G2
Tears	H2
	-
What can an exiled son do for his	I2
Starving people and of what value	M
Unto them is the lamentation of an	J2
Absent poet	K2
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Were I an ear of corn grown in the earth	L2
of my country the hungry child would	M2
Pluck me and remove with my kernels	N2
The hand of Death form his soul Were	D
I a ripe fruit in the gardens of my	H
Country the starving women would	M2
Gather me and sustain life Were I	H
A bird flying the sky of my country	U
My hungry brother would hunt me and	F
Remove with the flesh of my body the	I
Shadow of the grave from his body	U
But alas I am not an ear of corn	O2
Grown in the plains of Syria nor a	I
Ripe fruit in the valleys of Lebanon	L
This is my disaster and this is my	H
Mute calamity which brings humiliation	L
Before my soul and before the phantoms	P2
Of the night This is the painful	T
Tragedy which tightens my tongue and	F
Pinions my arms and arrests me usurped	Q2
Of power and of will and of action	L
This is the curse burned upon my	H
Forehead before God and man	J2
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And oftentimes they say unto me	U
'The disaster of your country is	I2
But naught to calamity of the	I
World and the tears and blood shed	R2
By your people are as nothing to	M
The rivers of blood and tears	H2
Pouring each day and night in the	I
Valleys and plains of the earth '	-
	-
Yes but the death of my people is	I2
A silent accusation it is a crime	S2
Conceived by the heads of the unseen serpents	D2
It is a Sceneless tragedy And if my	H
People had attacked the despots	D2
And oppressors and died rebels	D2
I would have said 'Dying for	T2
Freedom is nobler than living in	U2
The shadow of weak submission for	T2
He who embraces death with the sword	E2
Of Truth in his hand will eternalize	D2
With the Eternity of Truth for Life	V2
Is weaker than Death and Death is	D2
Weaker than Truth	W2
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If my nation had partaken in the war	T2
Of all nations and had died in the	I
Field of battle I would say that	X2
The raging tempest had broken with	W
Its might the green branches and	F
Strong death under the canopy of	J
The tempest is nobler than slow	Y2
Perishment in the arms of senility	U
But there was no rescue from the	I
Closing jaws My people dropped	Z2
And wept with the crying angels	D2
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If an earthquake had torn my	H
Country asunder and the earth had	A3
Engulfed my people into its bosom	B3
I would have said 'A great and	F
Mysterious law has been moved by	H
The will of divine force and it	C3
Would be pure madness if we frail	D3
Mortals endeavoured to probe its	D2
Deep secrets '	-
But my people did not die as rebels	D2
They were not killed in the field	E3
Of Battle nor did the earthquake	F3
Shatter my country and subdue them	S
Death was their only rescuer and	F
Starvation their only spoils	D2
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My people died on the cross	D2
They died while their hands	D2
stretched toward the East and West	G3
While the remnants of their eyes	D2
Stared at the blackness of the	I
Firmament They died silently	U
For humanity had closed its ears	D2
To their cry They died because	D2
They did not befriend their enemy	U
They died because they loved their	H3
Neighbours They died because	D2
They placed trust in all humanity	U
They died because they did not	F2
Oppress the oppressors They died	I3
Because they were the crushed	J3
Flowers and not the crushing feet	K3
They died because they were peace	D2
Makers They perished from hunger	D
In a land rich with milk and honey	U
They died because monsters of	J
Hell arose and destroyed all that	X2
Their fields grew and devoured the	I
Last provisions in their bins	D2
They died because the vipers and	F
Sons of vipers spat out poison into	M
The space where the Holy Cedars and	F
The roses and the jasmine breathe	L3
Their fragrance	D2
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My people and your people my Syrian	L
Brother are dead What can be	U
Done for those who are dying Our	D
Lamentations will not satisfy their	H3
Hunger and our tears will not quench	M3
Their thirst what can we do to save	N3
Them between the iron paws of	J
Hunger My brother the kindness	D2
Which compels you to give a part of	J
Your life to any human who is in the	I
Shadow of losing his life is the only	U
Virtue which makes you worthy of the	I
Light of day and the peace of the	I
Night Remember my brother	D
That the coin which you drop into	M
The withered hand stretching toward	E2
You is the only golden chain that	X2
Binds your rich heart to the	I
Loving heart of God	O3

Khalil Gibran

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