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

BLACK FLOWERS

-1-
..You are congratulating me 
On dreams lost before they were born
Escaped from my imagination and my madness
Planted a crazy delusion in my eyes
Black flowers have grown?
-2-
Tears rolling after tears 
And I was unable to sleep 
My mother singing for me: 
“Sleep pigeon bird”
And crying facing me 
I see in her eyes candles flames
-3-
I gathered fire and light from my age 
And distributed flowers bouquets to people
People betrayed me and dried my flowers 
Which I thought they would never dry
Though who lived treason 
Slaughters with his nail the flowers
-4-
Oh you hearing the voice do not be afraid
My voice is an echo of stories
On my lips
I put songs to sleep
And sang them while asleep
And the dream carrying me on its shoulders
And when I woke up
I sensed my dream has died
On its own and no one ever saw it!
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