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    Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown Submitted by Noele Aabye Nizar Qabbani www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Every time I kiss you After a long separation I feel I am putting a hurried love letter in a red mailbox.

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    Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown Submitted by Noele Aabye Nizar Qabbani www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Every time I kiss you After a long separation I feel I am putting a hurried love letter in a red mailbox.

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    Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown Submitted by Noele Aabye Nizar Qabbani www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Every time I kiss you After a long separation I feel I am putting a hurried love letter in a red mailbox.

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    Classic Poetry Series

    Nizar Qabbani
    - poems -

    Publication Date:
    2004

    Publisher:
    PoemHunter.Com - The World's Poetry Archive
    Every Time I Kiss You

    Every time I kiss you


    After a long separation
    I feel
    I am putting a hurried love letter
    In a red mailbox.

    Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown

    Submitted by Noele Aabye

    Nizar Qabbani

    www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2


    In The Summer

    In the summer
    I stretch out on the shore
    And think of you
    Had I told the sea
    What I felt for you,
    It would have left its shores,
    Its shells,
    Its fish,
    And followed me.

    Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown

    Submitted by Noele Aabye

    Nizar Qabbani

    www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3


    Language

    When a man is in love


    how can he use old words?
    Should a woman
    desiring her lover
    lie down with
    grammarians and linguists?

    I said nothing
    to the woman I loved
    but gathered
    love's adjectives into a suitcase
    and fled from all languages.

    Nizar Qabbani

    www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4


    Light Is More Important Than The Lantern

    Light is more important than the lantern,


    The poem more important than the notebook,
    And the kiss more important than the lips.
    My letters to you
    Are greater and more important than both of us.
    The are the only documents
    Where people will discover
    Your beauty
    And my madness.

    Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown

    Submitted by Noele Aabye

    Nizar Qabbani

    www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5


    My Lover Asks Me

    My lover asks me:


    "What is the difference between me and the sky?"
    The difference, my love,
    Is that when you laugh,
    I forget about the sky.

    Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown

    Submitted by Noele Aabye

    Nizar Qabbani

    www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6


    Oh, My Love

    Oh, my love
    If you were at the level of my madness,
    You would cast away your jewelry,
    Sell all your bracelets,
    And sleep in my eyes.

    Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown

    Submitted by Noele Aabye

    Nizar Qabbani

    www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7


    The Trial

    The East receives my songs, some praise, some curse


    To each of them my gratitude I bear
    For I've avenged the blood of each slain woman
    and haven offered her who is in fear.

    Woman's rebellious heart I have supported


    ready to pay the prize - content to die
    if love should slay me, for I am love's champion
    and if I ceased, then I would not be I.

    Nizar Qabbani

    www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8

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