A poem from Jerusalem to Beirut
Jerusalem to Beirut
Beirut
For the poem in your love
The rest of the talk
And pour roses
With the blood of the Martyrs it is irrigated
And greetings to the free from the Jerusalem of struggle
A medal on the chest studded with dignity
Sister of the soul
Oh son of struggle
Just like you.
Printed on our blood
Seal of Leadership
Just like you.
As my lap
In your Arab arms
I looked at the altar of freedomHamat
And sublime denominators and statures
And she rose on your chest
The letter has the most beautiful words
Beirut we won’t cry
You are bigger than all the tears
And the tears of the heat are suppressed by magnanimity
Beirut
Oh sad heart
Your sadness is like mine deep
But promise tomorrow
It will come from the womb of darkness
day
Follow a poem from Jerusalem to Beirut
Like pulling a sword from its sheath
Beautiful as your bright face in a rose
It will bloom on oases run
And the beacons are topped
And the days go back to their cycle
And souls return to their pride
Beirut
God is for you and the determination of the free people
And the promise of loved ones
That it does not take long for the return of the soul’
waiting
Beirut: