Hey you passer-by!
Linger awhile
Adjust the handles of your watch
on the rhythm of the things around you
The sun slows down his pace
when he passes from here
to fill his eyes with the Chouf foothills
Stop, O passer-by!
Adjust the beats of your heart.
Here the Chouf peaks
hug the clouds
Here the brides of cedar
feed from the breasts of the sun
Here is the ascension of love and ecstasy
Here the gods pour their aged wine
in the mouths of poets
Dismount O passer-by!
Take off your sandals
for you are in Baakleen*
January 21,2011
(Translated from Arabic by Nizar Sartawi)
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*Baakleen is a city located in Chouf Mountains,45 kilometers southeast of Beirut, Lebanon.
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