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03:26Oh fires, if only you have not cooled down like the fire of others.
03:56I see you standing at the door waiting for my heart to enter without hesitation, for the backs sleep in their basins and time is a weak lamp on the way sleeping on the stairs of the beloved, my soul, no arrival, no departure, no loss, no quarters that ever come and then lick the teeth in my heart
04:23I am wrapped in the cloak of darkness, and I see nothing but my green burning. I will pick the wood of my longing and fan the flames in my heart. I will supply it with wood and dance over it, oh fire, with awareness. Feed me with what is sufficient for you of wood. And in you I am. If I praise, I will change the skin of my heart every day.
04:51So that I can feel my burning every day and the remaining ashes of my righteousness become embers
04:59If the flood of this world had not come to pass
05:04If you were fire, greater than the waters of the universe
05:09If the hymn was inhabited by nothing but your buzzing in the silent, attentive nights, your heart would beat
05:19I would have been alive if you hadn't followed my other paths.
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08:36Sea of longing, here lived the people of love, and I lived here one day
08:43I was spending the evening standing with my friends at the entrance of the house
08:50We say nice things to girls when they pass by, they light up the alleys in our neighborhood
09:00I used to stay up all night while the angels of light poured for me from the heavenly jugs a longing as big as the sky.
09:11So I hear in my solitude the prayers of the lovers in my heart
09:16Night has come, O companion of the departed, for the sake of your knowledge, for the sake of which my life has been filled with longing, and my annihilation with it has been filled with joy.
09:29We, the people of love, unite, and so the butterfly melts in its love, and love trembles from its anguish.
09:40The entrance to my house was here, and here was an old doorknob, stained with the sweat of the inhabitants and the warmth of their dreams.
09:50The cracks in the walls were like an old woman teasing her grandchildren.
09:57Here was the broken ladder. Where is our home, my father?
10:04The little boy said, and the key to the old house hung on my tower.
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10:26Lamentation under the Spartacus Cross
10:43They crucified him at dawn before the sun of God rose. His soul was fluttering among the clouds.
10:59They left him for days and days to serve as a lesson to the revolutionaries.
11:09Every day at noon on the way to lunch
11:16We see him crucified, his blood flowing despite the passage of a year
11:23Every day a drop falls silently recorded in the sand
11:36At noon every day when
11:42When a loaf of bread
11:45We urge the step towards our restrictions
11:48In the quarry of days
11:51In Jabal al-Ubaid
11:53We look forward to it
11:55Perhaps we did not see humiliation in his eyes
12:00We realize that we are the survivors
12:04From severe pain
12:07We see him looking down from above, smiling.
12:13Victory laughs in the sparkle of his tears
12:18As if he never died or was crucified
12:24As if we are the ones on the cross
12:30Tormented by our oppression
12:34And tortured by his smile
12:39More than looking
12:45The afternoon has passed
12:47In the presence of electricity
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12:51Because he is tortured
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15:30Every year when I carry some pies and oranges to visit my father's grave from the heart of Al-Mankas
15:42I want to talk, but tears fill me, and it is the shadow of seven lions, often spoken in sorrow.
15:54The last thing he said as he looked into my mother's eyes was, "Don't come near him for a long time, and don't leave me alone."
16:06I did not leave him until he recovered from the slumber of life, where the embrace was when the leg was removed from the leg without separation
16:19Then the sufficiency was gone and a friend of his came to the funeral from every valley, weeping like a spirit hovering over the path, asking:
16:34Where in all this crowd is the little one walking? Will he ever come? And I am in a country where none of us is heedless of picking the stars in the heart of the nights.
16:49I was oblivious to the nights’ reign of the seas, the same stars that burned me and the same seas that drowned me, and I thought that I had reached the shore of salvation.
17:05Every year, at my father’s house, I recite Al-Fatihah, and I pray for them to have a spacious paradise and a pleasant place to stay. I walk as a worshipper to the crowds, for the sake of a heart full of love.
