(1923 - 1998 / Damascus / Syria)

Barada

Barada, oh father of all rivers
Oh, horse that races the days
Be, in our sad history, a prophet
Who receives inspiration from his lord
Millions acknowledge you as an Arab
Prince . . . so pray as an imam

Oh eyes of the gazelle in the desert of Sham
Look down. This is the age of lavender
They have detained you in the pavilions for a long time
We have woven tents from tears
God has witnessed that we have broken no promise
Or secured protection for those we love

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Comments (3)

This is a Poem of Lament. The grief the poet expresses with dignity and metaphorical language is immediately persuasive and makes me as a distant reader feel a bond with this poet, a man of such deep feeling and a striking ability to make me feel deeply too. But I admit I do not understand the political context, I am responding as a fellow poet, not a partisan. Nizar Qabbani's poise and gravitas, his beautiful language and sincere emotions summon me to acknowledge what Mohammed Asim Nehal says below, Poet, Carrier of Truth, I Hear Your Voice and Heed Your Words!
A plea worth making, Let us hope it is heard.
For those we love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.