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I searched for you in my books...
I searched for you in my travels,
In my weariness
And I was like one who lost his life
In the eyes of a weeping soul.
I call to you,
I whisper to you,
Like a phantom without lineage.
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I called out your name,
Which is born in my literature,
My echo reverberated through the universe,
And trampled most of the clouds.
So have mercy on me,
Return me to myself,
And do not be angered by my wrath,
If one day we complain,
And search for the reason,
For life holds no sweetness for us,
And in our depths
A star of sorrows has not been set.
The Beirut Telegraph, Issue 8289, October 19, 1970
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