<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604</id><updated>2011-07-28T21:56:12.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quartets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116476968937309464</id><published>2006-11-20T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:03:28.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mz9gQ-XrnA/TEJ86cqB3SI/AAAAAAAAZ0c/eQ8e0SFosgo/s1600/Quartets.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495091838912159010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mz9gQ-XrnA/TEJ86cqB3SI/AAAAAAAAZ0c/eQ8e0SFosgo/s400/Quartets.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Translated from Arabic into English by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dr. Emile Chidiac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/preface.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116476968937309464?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116476968937309464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116476968937309464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116476968937309464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116476968937309464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/cover.html' title='Cover'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6mz9gQ-XrnA/TEJ86cqB3SI/AAAAAAAAZ0c/eQ8e0SFosgo/s72-c/Quartets.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116477011936863739</id><published>2006-11-19T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:00:09.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preface</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;About the author&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Charbel Baini was born in Mejdalaya, in the North of Lebanon, in 1951, and migrated to Australia in 1971. He is a multi-talented writer whose works encompass poetry, plays, short stories, text books and journalistic articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first book of poetry, Murahiqa (The Adolescent), was published in Lebanon in 1968 when he was seventeen. Since his arrival to Australia, he has written and published several books of Arabic poetry, plays and short finction. Some of his books have been translated into English, Spanish, French and Urdu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He has also written six plays which refect an expatriate’s love and concern for his homeland and the continuing suffering which is tearing it apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is currently working as an Arabic language teacher and devotes most of his time to his writings. He is a regular contributor to Arabic newspapers published in Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charbel’s poetry has won him many prizes including the prestigious Khalil Gibran’s International Award in 1987.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preface&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Translating Charbel Baini’s “Rubaiyat” {Quartets} from the original Arabic into English has been a pleasurable though complex task. This is due to the fact consideration had to be given to the exigencies of rhythm and rhyme which complicate the task of even the most straightforward of translations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim of this is to introduce Charbel’s poetry to the English reader. The power of rhythm and rhyme plays an important part in Charbel’s “Rubaiyat”. Whilst it was necessary to ensure the full meaning of the “Rubaiyat” was captured in the translation, it was equally important to convey the rhythm and rhyme to capture the complete essence of the verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some verses from the original Arabic have not been translated because they deal with colloquial and regional expre4ssions. The translation would render their meanings either ambiguous or incomprehensible to the reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To translate from one language into the other one ought to be fluent in both languages. To translate poetry, one has to translate not only the meanings of the word, but also the feelings the poet wants to convey. My task as a translator has been made easier by my love of writing poetry. I have, therefore, endeavoured to be as true as possible to the original text in the hope that the reader will understand Charbel’s “Rubaiyat” as the poet meant them to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Emile Chidiac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/poetry.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116477011936863739?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116477011936863739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116477011936863739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116477011936863739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116477011936863739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/preface.html' title='Preface'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116477083978084873</id><published>2006-11-18T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:11:22.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1- MAY YOUR CLORY REMAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O my country, I planted, for your sake,&lt;br /&gt;Poetry and flowers in my exile,&lt;br /&gt;And I kept yelling all time you remain&lt;br /&gt;In glory, and my heart was wrenched the while.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2- POETRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; … And poetry, it does not yet exist&lt;br /&gt;Without me, it would not stir up at all&lt;br /&gt;Man’s feeling, if my tears fell not on&lt;br /&gt;The thirsty, quenching them with such a fall.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3- REMEMBER MY POETRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; How beautiful the evening with you,&lt;br /&gt;You are the dearest people in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;My poetry caresses all of you,&lt;br /&gt;Remember it; forget me, as time flies.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4- MY POETRY IS A PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In order that you understand my trend,&lt;br /&gt;My poetry is like all mother’s prayer;&lt;br /&gt;With every verse speaks years of my own life,&lt;br /&gt;And every word bespeaks all mothers’ care.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5- BLOOD AND WOE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Your eyes are closed; you are lost in the night,&lt;br /&gt;And your road knows injustice and hardship,&lt;br /&gt;Wake up from this dream, Lebanon, wake up;&lt;br /&gt;Of blood and woe you’ve suffered enough whip.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6- A FOREIGNER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let us get rid of any foreigner&lt;br /&gt;Who speaks resentment in our household, who&lt;br /&gt;Darkened our sky with all his poison, and&lt;br /&gt;The neighbour to kill neighbour, sad but true.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 7- I TRIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I tried to describe you but I could not,&lt;br /&gt;I gathered my thoughts, many worlds I flew,&lt;br /&gt;The genius which took as a friend&lt;br /&gt;Deserted me, since I have painted you.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 8- THEY SLAUGHTERED YOUR CHILDREN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O Cedar, you were so insulted by&lt;br /&gt;Deceitful people without conscience, they&lt;br /&gt;Pretended to be friends, and do believe,&lt;br /&gt;They slaughtered children as in bed they lay.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9- A PROUD MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If on the ground a proud man dropped his heart&lt;br /&gt;He would not stoop down even to retrieve,&lt;br /&gt;But yet the nasty man, unloved, would not steal&lt;br /&gt;His mother’s heart to save himself, to grieve.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10- DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Away from my home I am drunk alone,&lt;br /&gt;I close my doors in any person’s face;&lt;br /&gt;I speak unto the chairs and walls at home,&lt;br /&gt;And argue with my cup to my disgrace.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11- DON'T GO AWAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You are but purity, a candle in&lt;br /&gt;A monast'ry, a lily envied by&lt;br /&gt;The flowers and your presence brought me joy&lt;br /&gt;And blessing, so don’t go I need you nigh.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12- THE THIEVES OF THE DISTRICT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The gallows, if erected for a while,&lt;br /&gt;For two of three months and, of course, not more,&lt;br /&gt;We would get rid of all the district’s thieves&lt;br /&gt;Who had been stabbing all oppressed of yore?&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13- SECRETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What did the bird reveal to that lily?&lt;br /&gt;About our love, and rashness of our youth?&lt;br /&gt;What business such of the bird to tell&lt;br /&gt;Of secrets, to reveal the very truth?&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14- THEY STOLE HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; They, treacherously, stole her from my arms,&lt;br /&gt;And her eyes were dimmed by her flowing tears,&lt;br /&gt;And I said to her quietly, my love,&lt;br /&gt;Shall we yet meet again, I have my fears!&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15- ADDICT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; An addict who drinks poison and madness&lt;br /&gt;And gets merry and dreams then of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Is like a monkey, licking a file then&lt;br /&gt;And chokes with blood, such foolishness unfurled.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16- AN ANGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love you just a much as sea and space,&lt;br /&gt;As much as moon, as much as the great sun,&lt;br /&gt;Or darkness, I saw you when I saw light,&lt;br /&gt;As in a dream. I still dream, angel one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/paradise.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turn the page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116477083978084873?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116477083978084873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116477083978084873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116477083978084873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116477083978084873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/poetry.html' title='Poetry'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116477147922467492</id><published>2006-11-17T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:17:54.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17- CEDARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Our houses are well built on rocks, and our&lt;br /&gt;Own families, protected cedars thus;&lt;br /&gt;You simply cannot with a word destroy&lt;br /&gt;These in a million tales the likes of us.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18- THE MELODIES OF MY LIFE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Don’t say to me you are annoyed with me.&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard for me my melody to be&lt;br /&gt;Of life, with sirens singing their sweet songs&lt;br /&gt;All stolen from my book of poetry.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19- PARADISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I spoke to you against my will, and I&lt;br /&gt;Was then confused by what I said to you;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a fire had flared up close by,&lt;br /&gt;But paradise, not fire, near, it’s true.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20- THE CEMETRY OF MEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; History alone the cemetery&lt;br /&gt;Of men, and very fortunate is he&lt;br /&gt;Interred therein, and pages telling tales&lt;br /&gt;Of heroes, hardly turned by destiny.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21- WHAT IS THE MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What is the matter, tell me what you want?&lt;br /&gt;Just say now what produces great sighs;&lt;br /&gt;You want the moon; I’ll plant it by your side,&lt;br /&gt;And water it with tears from shy eyes.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22- IF ONLY I COULD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I could only have some wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;Up in the sky and land, just for a while,&lt;br /&gt;On my own terrace, visit my vineyard&lt;br /&gt;Which I had planted, I could hardly sigh.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23- FEAST DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am disgusted with you, feast day, and&lt;br /&gt;Disgusted with your look, in each new dress,&lt;br /&gt;Because the child is naked in our land&lt;br /&gt;And greeting feast days always with distress.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;24- A MATTRESS OF FLOWERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I waited for you at the corner of&lt;br /&gt;Your home long nights, and just when minutes creep&lt;br /&gt;This life, to paint you, hang it in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;And close my eyes, and on the flowers sleep.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25- BAALBECK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baalbeck, once worshipped by gods, and where&lt;br /&gt;The sun kneels in its universal fear,&lt;br /&gt;The very city wails. What is its woe?&lt;br /&gt;I hear the children’s moaning, even here.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26- CHILDREN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Children, so homeless in the universe,&lt;br /&gt;Talk of oppression by their parents, who&lt;br /&gt;Were born oblivious of purpose here-&lt;br /&gt;Though planted in the womb, life lacked a clue.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27- MOSLEMS AND CHRISTIANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In order to be able to sleep nights&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes to become as great as then&lt;br /&gt;The universe, Islam my right eyes is,&lt;br /&gt;And my left eye beliefs of Christian men.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28- WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why did we in this world become a curse?&lt;br /&gt;And so uprooted from our fertile soil?&lt;br /&gt;And so degraded in this universe?&lt;br /&gt;And exiled in some land since our turmoil?&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29- TEARS AND BLOOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My country so consists of blood and tears&lt;br /&gt;Combined with mother’s cries of children lost;&lt;br /&gt;She stands at her window, waiting years,&lt;br /&gt;Her shadow being with her to her cost.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30- THE CHRISTMAS TREE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A Christmas tree, bouquets of carols and&lt;br /&gt;The joy of children, such festivity!&lt;br /&gt;All feast days are festivity and glad,&lt;br /&gt;Except the Cedars' country presently.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 31-BASKET OF FLOWERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why did they call you a New Year while my&lt;br /&gt;Loved country is at present suffering?&lt;br /&gt;The flowers shriveled in my hand, and you&lt;br /&gt;Closed all doors in my face, the gravest thing!&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32- I MISSED YOU, LEBANON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I miss your countryside, my Lebanon&lt;br /&gt;Your land so sacred with the children’s blood;&lt;br /&gt;If all your candles were out you’d still shine&lt;br /&gt;Like stars, the scene with brightness would yet flood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/five.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116477147922467492?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116477147922467492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116477147922467492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116477147922467492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116477147922467492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116477193386321610</id><published>2006-11-16T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:24:51.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33- WE MUST RESIST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ..And to be stronger than the wildest wind&lt;br /&gt;That reaped our ears of wheat which was yet green;&lt;br /&gt;We must resist vile habits and instead&lt;br /&gt;At crossroads grow bright flowers to be seen.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34- PEOPLE’S TALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am a poet, poetry speaks from&lt;br /&gt;My lips a people’s tale, in whom confide?&lt;br /&gt;We were nailed on Calvary, our captors&lt;br /&gt;Just drank our tears, applauded as we cried.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35- WHERE IS REDEMPTION?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O God, do not deprive our Lebanon&lt;br /&gt;Of decorations, of feasts everywhere;&lt;br /&gt;You sent Your Son to save us, where is that&lt;br /&gt;Redemption? Yet our people now despair.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36- A PERFECT PAST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had a homeland in a perfect past&lt;br /&gt;That there was nothing like it but in dreams,&lt;br /&gt;It has become a ruin, much loved ones&lt;br /&gt;Now scattered by ordeals and children’s screams.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37- FIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Had only God Created five like me&lt;br /&gt;And put one in each five great continents,&lt;br /&gt;All paper would become the people’s bread,&lt;br /&gt;Their cups filled by the sun’s rays so immense.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38- LONGING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do not say you are far away from me&lt;br /&gt;The distance is too short. Now realise,&lt;br /&gt;Close as the bird’s own eagerness you are,&lt;br /&gt;Close as the stars above now in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 39- HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I send a letter but get no reply.&lt;br /&gt;I stand and wait. The postman passes by,&lt;br /&gt;The letterbox left empty, and a cloud&lt;br /&gt;Wraps up my heart on fresh dreams to rely.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40- FLOATING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So many years have passed, O dearest land&lt;br /&gt;Of glory, you’re ill-treated and I say,&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could use great Moses’ staff&lt;br /&gt;To drown them all, and let you float away.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41- MADMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ..And anyone who writes two little words&lt;br /&gt;Becomes a writer in this exile, but&lt;br /&gt;The writer whose words cause mighty fire&lt;br /&gt;Is seen as mad and small, from senses shut.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42- MY MOTHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your eyes are shedding tears, mother, thus&lt;br /&gt;About a country you were forced to leave;&lt;br /&gt;God, with his gift of Christmas, will yet lift&lt;br /&gt;Your country’s poverty, bright lights retrieve.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43- IT IS ALL AIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ..And I have heard a lot about your greed,&lt;br /&gt;That you would slaughter someone for a cent;&lt;br /&gt;You’re putting air into a pail, indeed,&lt;br /&gt;And paying a grim piece; your life is meant.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44- A LIAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The people know you lie, yet you remain&lt;br /&gt;The same, you would not change your present state;&lt;br /&gt;When you inhale, the blow of air has doubts,&lt;br /&gt;When you exhale. Truth's seas evaporate.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45- A NIGHTINGALE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O nightingale, you have a lovely voice&lt;br /&gt;When to the garden you then choose to fly;&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet song echoes in the valleys, and&lt;br /&gt;Your tune lights up and brightens all the sky.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 46- A CHAMELEON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Prepare a rod for your son, and then say,&lt;br /&gt;“Behave, be not like a chameleon”&lt;br /&gt;It would be better to cut him in bits&lt;br /&gt;Than subject him to vile condemnation.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47- I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why is the war now stealing you from me&lt;br /&gt;And planting all the sighs within my heart?&lt;br /&gt;No one can keep you from me, I love you&lt;br /&gt;As much as the sky that sets us apart.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48- A VILLAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You are a villain killing little ones,&lt;br /&gt;A district-leader, the source of all sin;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God and all prophets that we&lt;br /&gt;Can build lands from your grave-stones to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/liberty.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116477193386321610?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116477193386321610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116477193386321610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116477193386321610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116477193386321610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116484091103030073</id><published>2006-11-15T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:33:52.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49- IT IS BETTER FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You would be better single than be wed,&lt;br /&gt;You can no longer trust a woman who&lt;br /&gt;You give to her your heart, your misery&lt;br /&gt;Will make her whinge, and graceless she leaves you.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50- YOU ARE THE INSPIRATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My sheer discarding of all women makes&lt;br /&gt;You angry, those I once gave flowers, you&lt;br /&gt;Who are my eyes, my paradise, and then&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring a million verses too.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51- LIKE WITCHCRAFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Each drop of blood that fell into the soil,&lt;br /&gt;A dream much greater than the mighty earth&lt;br /&gt;Had birth, so let our country lose her pain&lt;br /&gt;Thus to rebuild, like witchcraft, her true worth.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52- MY STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Publish my story in book-form I shall,&lt;br /&gt;That it may be a lesson from the first&lt;br /&gt;For mankind; Loss and suffering for months,&lt;br /&gt;And such oppression! My heart could have burst!&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53- MY FATHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; O father, we remember you so well,&lt;br /&gt;Your name engraved in our hearts down the years.&lt;br /&gt;You brought us up in piety: You should&lt;br /&gt;Not fret, for faith should remove your fears.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54- THE DOOR OF HOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If Noah’s Ark had not been built at all&lt;br /&gt;What would have happened to our goodly earth?&lt;br /&gt;To have the door of hope still open, we&lt;br /&gt;Must now repent, and pray for all our worth.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;55- HOW FORTUNATE I AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; How fortunate I am, my heart delights;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with such a lovely blonde&lt;br /&gt;With eyes of blue, a relic in her face&lt;br /&gt;Existing, as in jade, myself in bond.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56- TO BE PROUD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My country must exist just as it should,&lt;br /&gt;And fearing only God, and being proud,&lt;br /&gt;With not a soul determining its lot,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where the people go to crowd.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57- JESUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A cold night with no stars or candles in&lt;br /&gt;A manger; wherein hay, and most forlorn,&lt;br /&gt;Upon a bed of straw, the Virgin lay&lt;br /&gt;Her baby Jesus who, that night, was born.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 58- A DREAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I had a great dream, O my Lebanon,&lt;br /&gt;That you were laughing and delighted in&lt;br /&gt;The mountains and the coast where peace prevailed,&lt;br /&gt;And those who left returned unto their kin.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59-LIKE A POOR MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have been feeling pretty roses are&lt;br /&gt;Too thirsty in the garden of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Because of snow and cold they shiver there,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a beggar who is doomed to strife.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60- YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You do not understand, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;You claim and say, no matter how high you&lt;br /&gt;Would fly you would then fall. But if you walked&lt;br /&gt;The distance, you’d return so bored, it’s true!&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61- A NOBLE GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Where do you go? You do not say where you&lt;br /&gt;Are destined, though I am your husband, say;&lt;br /&gt;Return to dignity, do not still flirt;&lt;br /&gt;For noble born do not stoop in this way.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62- LIBERTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is no wider than that of my sight,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how big is the rolling sea?&lt;br /&gt;Nor bigger than the heart that beats within,&lt;br /&gt;Shedding its blood as price for liberty.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63- YOU ARE WRONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You are so wrong when you have settled all&lt;br /&gt;Our differences and then tell to all&lt;br /&gt;What our hearts hold, so I now beg of you&lt;br /&gt;To cherish our love, sentiments recall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-love.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116484091103030073?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116484091103030073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116484091103030073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116484091103030073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116484091103030073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/liberty.html' title='Liberty'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116492326640963610</id><published>2006-11-14T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:42:01.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64- I GOT OLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have so aged, and snow is on my head,&lt;br /&gt;But I would tell the story of my life;&lt;br /&gt;I am forgetful and afraid, and what&lt;br /&gt;I fear, of course, is this state reached in strife.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65- THEY SOLD ITS SOIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Cedar which is crying on the top&lt;br /&gt;Of mountains, sees its branches dying, since&lt;br /&gt;They sold its soil, and so the smile has gone&lt;br /&gt;From all its little ones who know offence.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66- THE DESPERATION OF THE YEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I worry about you, my Lebanon&lt;br /&gt;But tears have thus been cheapened by their flow,&lt;br /&gt;And I am desperate, with a new year,&lt;br /&gt;For years have burned my homeland, sadly so&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 67- THAT IS ENOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You built a house, and then you do indulge&lt;br /&gt;In your philosophy without restraint;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this, for now its bricks complain,&lt;br /&gt;And would have you replace them, their complaint.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68- THEY HAVE TOLD ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They have told me the stories that would make&lt;br /&gt;A boy go grey, how you have simply sent&lt;br /&gt;All men in town astray, when you returned,&lt;br /&gt;And then divided hours, your body lent.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69- MY LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Surely you were afraid of all my love&lt;br /&gt;Which does not tolerate, can reprimand;&lt;br /&gt;My love is fire, madness, dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;For my heart’s love is missing, understand.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 70- BEWARE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do not advise your brother, understand,&lt;br /&gt;In lands where bitterness and sweetness taste&lt;br /&gt;The same, and do not lend your hand to save&lt;br /&gt;Him, Let him sink, though fretting for his waste.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71- A BOAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; God gave me gifts, and then He said to me,&lt;br /&gt;“Your poetry comes through my hand, you float&lt;br /&gt;Though planted on a hill, for I pushed you&lt;br /&gt;And drove you through the sea just like a boat.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72- IGNORANT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Now all of you are writers in exile&lt;br /&gt;And teachers longing for authority,&lt;br /&gt;You fail in tests, cannot with any ease&lt;br /&gt;Dictate a letter in reality.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73- DO NOT WISH ME WELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do not now wish me well, for I do not&lt;br /&gt;Desire such, your gifts well coloured then&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times. For costs just send a cheque&lt;br /&gt;To my land crucified out there by men.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74- A NECK AND A CHEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whenever I smell roses I then find&lt;br /&gt;Their fragrance disappears with every smell,&lt;br /&gt;But if I smell a neck or even cheek&lt;br /&gt;The fragrance will remain, I have to tell.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75- PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why is pain eating out my bones, and why&lt;br /&gt;It follows me, forever with me stays?&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid that suffering will cling&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the calendar of all my days.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;76- YOU WERE CRUCIFIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They crucified you up on Calvary,&lt;br /&gt;And form your tears and blood they lived afresh,&lt;br /&gt;And when the blood had dropped so much in price,&lt;br /&gt;They sharpened up their knives and cut your flesh.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77- MADMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Those who divided up the country to&lt;br /&gt;Give key to others, they are really mad;&lt;br /&gt;The country which had nurtured them, they tear&lt;br /&gt;Away its heart, a wounded bird, fear-clad.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 78- DESPOTIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Despotic is she and she ruins homes,&lt;br /&gt;She claims some knowledge, foolish is her bid;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is so difficult to reach her brain,&lt;br /&gt;Her head is sealed and does not have a lid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/glory.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116492326640963610?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116492326640963610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116492326640963610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116492326640963610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116492326640963610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116492363347484356</id><published>2006-11-13T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:47:54.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79- I AM FASTING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Swear not before me for I am at fast,&lt;br /&gt;For this month only fasting I must keep,&lt;br /&gt;And be as one of poverty, and dream&lt;br /&gt;Of Eden, and of happiness and sleep.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80- WOLVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Indeed I am disgusted with myself&lt;br /&gt;And cannot trust a soul on this grim earth;&lt;br /&gt;I see all people as marauding wolves,&lt;br /&gt;The nicest like a devil of no worth.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 81- NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Please do not flatter me, just tell the truth,&lt;br /&gt;For truth alone can win no matter what;&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer the word “No” rather than&lt;br /&gt;Lies and deception which amount to rot.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82- GLORY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; If anyone has perished in our land&lt;br /&gt;Eyes will shed tears, our countryside to fill;&lt;br /&gt;We’re people who have suckled glory, not&lt;br /&gt;Like those who suckle, yet unsated still.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 83- A PLEA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have a plea to make before I go,&lt;br /&gt;Do live in peace throughout your very life;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there had been a heart to hurt,&lt;br /&gt;A smile inspires sweetness, and not strife.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84- A DOOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “You mean to kill me!” said the anguished liar&lt;br /&gt;Who chooses to deceive, he, like a door;&lt;br /&gt;It opens and it closes with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;And not by conscious effort anymore.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85- O BEAUTIFUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O beautiful, you spend your time at school,&lt;br /&gt;And study things most difficult to heed;&lt;br /&gt;But if you studied the great art of love&lt;br /&gt;Then you would dance to my heart-beat indeed.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;86- BLAME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish I could close all the doors of blame&lt;br /&gt;And stand out on the road with sunset near;&lt;br /&gt;And say to you, “Without your eyes, I would&lt;br /&gt;Not be the same- no life without you, dear.”&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87- ALL FOR THE LEADER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The neighbours fight because their leader does&lt;br /&gt;Lack prudence, dignity, and conscience too;&lt;br /&gt;He let the children who had nothing taste&lt;br /&gt;Resentment, and to live in hell, it’s true!&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88- WASTE OF TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What is this waste of time that we must know?&lt;br /&gt;We walk like ghosts in streets, for heaven’s sake,&lt;br /&gt;And when we go to bed we hardly sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And when we sleep we find it hard to wake.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;89- BE FAITHFUL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Be faithful and let truth be your one guide,&lt;br /&gt;You, who have nurtured truth to full extent;&lt;br /&gt;And do not lend your ears then to vain talk,&lt;br /&gt;To heed the mischief which your foes have meant.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90- THE SOURCE OF POETRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am scared that my source of poetry&lt;br /&gt;May dry up, then of course I’d deeply grieve;&lt;br /&gt;If this should happen, my heart would farewell&lt;br /&gt;All; in death my bed and pillow I’d leave.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91- THINK NOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Think not you are free in this land and all&lt;br /&gt;Your rights protected by society;&lt;br /&gt;We’re people who don’t let the body smirch&lt;br /&gt;Our dignity with sheer frivolity.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92- I HAVE FORGIVEN YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have forgiven you since you have asked,&lt;br /&gt;And so the sighs were calmed within your breast;&lt;br /&gt;You had betrayed, so what? Such nature’s way,&lt;br /&gt;Like light of day betrayed by night at best.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93- I HAVE BECOME A LIAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have become a liar harder than&lt;br /&gt;A rock, because of how much I have been&lt;br /&gt;Deceived by people. I thus have become&lt;br /&gt;A moon in their eyes, night myself I’ve seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/sin.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116492363347484356?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116492363347484356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116492363347484356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116492363347484356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116492363347484356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/glory.html' title='Glory'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116492400216340463</id><published>2006-11-12T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:53:09.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94- A DIFFERENT MAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O God, I wish to be another man&lt;br /&gt;Than I am now, and have great love to start;&lt;br /&gt;To look about me on the troubled road&lt;br /&gt;And feed the hungry as though from my heart.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;95- EVERYBODY’S PROPHET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mohammed, you are everybody’s seer,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for you throughout the day and night,&lt;br /&gt;You glorified God through your fine Koran&lt;br /&gt;And thereby saved your people from hell’s blight.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96- A SIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why was Lord Jesus crucified for me?&lt;br /&gt;And yet sin does not leave my spirit free;&lt;br /&gt;It captivates my body’s fiber and&lt;br /&gt;Just like an intuition lives in me.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97- THE FIRE OF PAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The fire of pain is burning in my ribs,&lt;br /&gt;And I no longer see, injustice has&lt;br /&gt;Thus blurred my vision, dimmed my candle lights,&lt;br /&gt;Just like the spiteful, thankless one, alas!&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 98- A GROUP OF DEVILS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I do not want you to love me if you&lt;br /&gt;Are like a snake beneath a heap of straw&lt;br /&gt;With venom underneath your teeth, and then&lt;br /&gt;Like groups of devils, decency ignore.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99- EDUCATION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is your right to love your precious son,&lt;br /&gt;To pour your blood into his very heart;&lt;br /&gt;But let the brain, before love, plant the seeds&lt;br /&gt;Of education from the very start!&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100- A ROSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I picked a pretty rose just for the scent,&lt;br /&gt;But I went crazy when it said to me,&lt;br /&gt;“O man, have pity, you now steal away&lt;br /&gt;The baby from its mother’s lap you see!”&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;101- RIGHTS AND DREAMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are ill-treating you, O Lebanon,&lt;br /&gt;Depriving you of your days, though you gave&lt;br /&gt;To man his rights, you must achieve in time&lt;br /&gt;Your very dreams, for which you so much crave.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102- LIFE IS A LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Life is a laugh, and if you fail to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Your life will be so laden with remorse,&lt;br /&gt;To pass without real meaning silently;&lt;br /&gt;You shall be bored with life throughout, of course.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;103- IT IS POSSIBLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Achievable I find now all my hopes&lt;br /&gt;To plant my feelings as stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;But, O my heart, one thing impossible;&lt;br /&gt;Forget my land, her precious soil deny!&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 104- O MY EYES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I must restrain from falsehood ever more,&lt;br /&gt;And therefore say to you now, O my eyes!&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we had never been at all&lt;br /&gt;Rather than see your tears and your cries.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 105- FLY O BIRD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fly, fly O bird, and take my greetings home&lt;br /&gt;To my loved ones, I spend my life away&lt;br /&gt;In exile, and I am depressed indeed,&lt;br /&gt;Like a lost butterfly where forests stay.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;106- I AM AFRAID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am afraid our children might yet sink&lt;br /&gt;Into the mud of this world, purity&lt;br /&gt;Becoming rare, mistaking thorns for flowers&lt;br /&gt;Whilst walking in the forests that they see.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;107- THE WICKED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do not be nasty as to then deny&lt;br /&gt;A good turn, but twofold make it return;&lt;br /&gt;And do not turn your back when you have seen&lt;br /&gt;Your brothers crave his hungry mouth to spurn.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;108- THE MEANING OF PEACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Each time the sun sets and the morning comes&lt;br /&gt;Dreams follow dreams. We dream a cedar has&lt;br /&gt;Dressed all the wounds, and taught the people peace&lt;br /&gt;Completely, but these dreams are dreams, alas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/friendship.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn the page&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116492400216340463?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116492400216340463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116492400216340463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116492400216340463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116492400216340463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/sin.html' title='A Sin'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37822604.post-116492434326499849</id><published>2006-11-11T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T21:58:19.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109- THERE IS NO WINTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; There is no winter, save us from your ire,&lt;br /&gt;O god of heaven, do not strike us hence;&lt;br /&gt;We must not get bored with our acts of prayer;&lt;br /&gt;We need His Mercy and Benevolence.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110- THE PROPHETS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What would have happened if the prophets failed&lt;br /&gt;To come? They planted verses in the earth,&lt;br /&gt;And brought a thousand colours to the world,&lt;br /&gt;Endowed all creatures with a life of worth.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;111- WE MUST STARVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We must go thirsty, hungry, and then cry,&lt;br /&gt;And get cold, just to know your worth, O God;&lt;br /&gt;You planned a smile on our lips whilst we&lt;br /&gt;Were swearing, and this makes the matter odd.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;112- WE PROMISE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We promise you, o God, on this great day&lt;br /&gt;To grow at last lead a decent life;&lt;br /&gt;Foe we accept you with faith and respect,&lt;br /&gt;So live in our hearts, give us grace, not strife.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;113- SOME FEATHERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Creator of the world, I only want&lt;br /&gt;Your love, approval, everyone’s respect,&lt;br /&gt;And then some feathers in my wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;Home to the family in this way decked.&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;114- MASTERS AND SLAVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If all creation was to be reborn&lt;br /&gt;The world would still have masters and their slaves.&lt;br /&gt;Some people fret after their little dog&lt;br /&gt;Whilst their own brothers are chained like the waves.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;115- LEADERS OF THE PACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do not believe the stories, they are lies,&lt;br /&gt;For we have shed blood, and wars bring decease,&lt;br /&gt;And thousands upon thousands have now died&lt;br /&gt;While leaders of the pack at last made peace.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;116- FRIENDSHIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; No permanency does exist at all&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, we are toys in other hands,&lt;br /&gt;For seasons follow seasons and again,&lt;br /&gt;Since warmth we freeze through folks of other lands.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 117- GO AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Moslems and Christians we, call out loudly&lt;br /&gt;With one voice, leave us go away, depart,&lt;br /&gt;For it is wrong for you to occupy&lt;br /&gt;Our land, and spread your shadow on our heart.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;118- RELIGION FOR THE DEITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Religion is for Deity not man,&lt;br /&gt;Stop pouring oil upon the mounting fire;&lt;br /&gt;No mosque or church will do you any good&lt;br /&gt;If grudges enter in at your desire.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;119- BEIRUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A lot of people wished to see the death&lt;br /&gt;Of that most pleasant city called Beirut;&lt;br /&gt;Most cities are constructed form the rocks,&lt;br /&gt;But rubies and sapphires are its repute.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;120- A NUN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A nun had been betrothed to Lord Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And walked the road of Calvary and death;&lt;br /&gt;She left her country and she crossed the sea&lt;br /&gt;To be the light in darkness, give life breath.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;121- THE RIVER Of BITTERNESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do not dare turn your back when you would lick&lt;br /&gt;All of your brother’s honey and, therefore,&lt;br /&gt;The river of great bitterness starts where&lt;br /&gt;The bees invade the flowers they adore.&lt;br /&gt; **&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122- A GRAVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I travelled over all the world; I crossed&lt;br /&gt;The seas, and I accrued wealth such to save,&lt;br /&gt;I built a palace. Five letters I need,&lt;br /&gt;If put together, they’ll build me a “grave”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37822604-116492434326499849?l=quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/feeds/116492434326499849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37822604&amp;postID=116492434326499849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116492434326499849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37822604/posts/default/116492434326499849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quartetsrubaiyet.blogspot.com/2006/11/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18051203496581167078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
