We gather fern which springs up here,Why not return? now ends the year,
Why not return? my heart feels dear,
We left our loved ones to fight the dust Now we are pressed by hunger and lust My heart is burning,
For home I'm yearning,
The war not won,
We cannot rest.
Consoled by none,
We feel distressed.
Still, how gorgeous are the cherry flowers, And how great is the lord of ours,
Long, long the way,
Hard, hard the day.
Lord hadn't left me here,
Alone to shed my tear;
Though Hunger and thist,
Had pressed me the worst,
Yet, soon shall end,
The sorrows of my land,
And people will stand,
No weapons in the hand.
But when shall it be?
Who knows.
will it ever be?
Lord knows.
Said Akl once said:”I like my mind but with some madness”.
ReplyDeleteNietzsche also said: “There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness”.
I loved and love your crazy mind, crazy in its meekness and tenderness, crazy in its reason.
This blog will amalgamate in its confines a reasoning heart and a beautiful mind. Through the matters of its idealistic machinic assemblages, it will carry the reader into a self-parallel universe whereby she comes to reside in her mirroring self.
I love your beautiful mind.