Ancient Migrant is one of Charbel Baini's books translated by Mirna Nihme

A STRANGE WORLD

-1-
A stranger lost in a strange world 
Filled with worry
Its brown face traces gloomy
In a blood colour 
Its sky rumbles, its cloud, weird, 
Rains poison
And when it extends its horrifying hands 
And opens the mouth 
Its people increase but the tragedy 
They don’t have a mother!
-2-
If a boat carries you to this world 
Without a sail
And you saw the earth's dress torn 
In a shape of villages
Full of poverty and heavy chest
And hungered people, 
By the road, gather a bunch of lily
And kneel on a rock and say:
The flowers are for someone like me,
His age perished, 
And for an illusion's pride arrogant 
Sold his life
-3-
A world, its sun extinguished in my hands 
And its moon vanished
I harvested grievance for it a harvest 
And I knitted it as clothes
I squeezed despair with my stubborn tears 
And I poured it like a drink
I washed agony in my joyful seas
And I opened doors 
I whisked their dust to became new 
Without fatigue
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