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Love in Damascus

to Lena Chamamyan

Until death becomes green
at the Damascus gates.
That’s how long I will love you,
like rain, on and on.

I once slept in your arms
at the gate of the orchards,
now, your fingers – uprooted
can’t keep winter warm.

Oh, blood flows in rivers
under the gate of the peace,
while your armies are resting
on white plains of defeat.

Beneath, holy waters,
above, empty sky,
you have outgrown your fate
turning cedars to pyre.

This city of jasmine
is still home for our hearts,
though birds have stopped singing
at Bab al-Saghir.

That’s how long I will love you,
like the springtime – unseen
at the gates of Damascus,
until moon becomes green.

Romanian version

inspired by the song “Love in Damascus” – Lena Chamamyan

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