My neighbour...
An old man from Zahlé,
You can, if you wish,
Read in his eyes the epic of a people!
His family here: they shake the earth,
As they say,
And they possess both dreams and wakefulness!
His family there: a cellar,
And twenty goats,
And a carob tree with abundant shade...
Yet you see him singing every day:
"Where are those hills from my sight?!"
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