Festival in Support of the Families of Lebanese Army Martyrs 9/19/2014
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From here... from Arsal
I'm writing a letter
To the one who lives in my heart
My loving mother, whose tears are a waterfall
And whose blessings are a capital.
I tell her: Oh, my eyes
Don't worry about me
The valleys are my bed
And the blanket is mountains
I stay up all night for my country
For the laughter of my children
And beside me, Mama, are men...
The one who dies...
Is not said to have died
For the blood of the martyr, words kneel
And mothers ululate
For our heroic soldiers
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Do you remember, Mama
When I lost my blood
In the Nahr al-Bared camp
The weather was cold
And the monsters were many
More cursed than the Tatars
I didn't know who donated their blood
Muslim... Christian... No one cared
Until my blood became a people
Flowing in the veins
Until my blood became Heart
And the heart's name is... Lebanon
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Mother... if I die
You'll decorate the houses
And raise the cedar
On your doorstep
With my death... be proud
And don't show your grief
A bullet... if it enters
My chest is not my concern
My concern... O sweetest mother
May Beirut not be wounded.
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Don't be afraid of hunger
If the bridge of the house is gone
The one that lit his life with candles
His coffin will be drenched with holy oil.
In the army...
No mother is humiliated
In the army...
No children go hungry
If we are wounded
We have those who are absent behind us
And there are the Lebanese people
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And before he could finish his message
And reassure us about his condition
They slaughtered the hero!
The hero died!
And to kiss his body...
The mountain trembled
And shook from the intensity of the sorrow
And from the depths of her sleeplessness
Reading the pure message
They heard the ululations of hope.
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...And she gazed towards the sea
And her voice covered the anguish
And she cried:
Oh brother, the one who is separated
The orphans' sorrow is blood
Wiped the mother's tears
And she fell asleep on the doorstep
The letter she smelled
And its sentence in the letter of her blood
This crimson red:
"There are those who are absent behind us
And there are a Lebanese people"
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