Before my Mother’s holiness
I find myself in glaring daze
No pointless grind, no mortal craze
Just indescribable finesse

No slavery, mere liberty,
Albeit captive of the views
I stand benumbed, O how abstruse
A sight to seize my entity!

For here it is; the misty hamlet,
The crowded kirk, the stilly tracks,
The jocund birds, the pallid racks,
My vale, my God, my foggy pamphlet

My vapid verse, my lifeless lay
And these alone shall give me strength
Relief throughout the seasons’ length
And solace till I pass away.


Blaouza
July 12th 1988

Samer Madbak

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