I was asked a thousand times about my secret
I kept it hidden from all of humanity
No... don't call it selfishness
Say: She loved cautiously
And didn't reveal the name of the one
Who wove the morning
And the moon
A silken shawl
A shawl the colour of flowers
And embroidered it with a small star
And adorned it with the shining moon
Then... Oh, the joy of the stream
He gifted it to me,
Die, oh coquettishness of velvet
I became one with it,
A phantom for a nymph.
Beirut Telegraph, Issue 8289, October 19, 1970
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