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Today is Father's Day... Oh Father
Oh homeland...
You are moaning every night
For a lifetime I have been saving up for you
So that I may present them on this day...
A gift.
But poetry cannot feed the hungry
Nor can a song comfort the grieving
No matter how much your eyes
Shed tears of sorrow
I have imprisoned joy within my eyes
And no matter how much exile changes Man
You sow in his mind a false news
It remains for you: Generations from Lebanon
Glorify you, O Cedar, every day
And absence, shame on the eye,
Wherever it may be,
With their arms, countries are built
And the leaps of his image...
Drawn by an artist,
In it is happiness...
In it is a joyful people
The divine paradise has returned to him...
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Today is the feast of the father...
O My eyes.
Oh, you who pass through mad days
How can I celebrate your holiday
When the fire is reaping the family
Who raised me,
And the dollar has seized power
Over all people.
The bellies of humanity are mortgaged
To the West
And on your cheeks,
The wicked have pitched their tents,
And under the tents... bodies are buried
I swear to you by the cedars...
No matter what happens
Do not despair of victory...
Do not collapse.
You are still hanging like an icon
On our chests.
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Today is the holiday of the father...
Oh, my love.
Oh homeland...
They pounded your drums in my heart
Feuded by my blood...
Blood on your account
In every drop, I planted love
See the sorrow in the eyes
Of your absent ones
Telling the stories of their difficult days
How they knelt for years at your gates
Knocking on their chests...
The request returns
Oh... What is it?
What happened to you?
You no longer call out:
"Return, my people!"
They took what was in you
And scattered your loved ones.
You whose soil yearns for your soil...
It's a shame to bury your people in exile!
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