My neighbours, you remember the da
Every time I went to the fields I
Solitude has soft, silky hands, bu
The boy’s soul undergoing the buff
That sorrow which obsessed me duri

Marriage in these days is a mocker
Modern civilization has made woman
I am one of those who believe that
This strange generation exists bet
In the city of Beirut, Selma Kar

The month of Nisan had nearly pas
Every visit gave me a new meaning
Selma Karamy had bodily and spiri
In her white silk dress, Selma wa
But Selma’s face! No words can de

In the spring of the that wonderfu
Spring is beautiful everywhere, bu
One day, in the month of Nisan, I
Much affected by his words, I was
Then the old man left the house,

You talk when you cease to be at p
And when you can no longer dwell i
And in much of your talking, think
For thought is a bird of space, th
There are those among you who seek

I am the lover’s eyes, and the spi
Wine, and the heart’s nourishment.
I am a rose. My heart opens at da
The virgin kisses me and places me
Upon her breast.

No man can reveal to you aught but
The teacher who walks in the shado
If he is indeed wise he does not b
The astronomer may speak to you of
The musician may sing to you of th

Man and I are sweethearts
He craves me and I long for him,
But alas! Between us has appeared
A rival who brings us misery.
She is cruel and demanding,

Everything that a man does secretl
Thus the ghosts of darkness reveal
The discussion that took place bet
Selma was the only child of the we
The heads of religion in the East

In the town where I was born live
walked in their sleep.
One night, while silence enfolded
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met
And the mother spoke, and she said