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Слушать(AI)Sultan
If I were promised safety, if I could meet the Sultan I would say to him: O my lord the Sultan! my cloak has been torn by your ravenous dogs, your spies are following me all the time.
Their eyes their noses their feet are chasing me like destiny, like fate They interrogate my wife and write down all the names of my friends.
O Sultan!
Because I dare to approach your deaf walls, because I tried to reveal my sadness and tribulation,
I was beaten with my shoes.
O my lord the Sultan! you have lost the war twice because half our people has no tongue.
Nizar Qabbani
Nizar Tawfiq Qabbani (21 March 1923 – 30 April 1998) was a Syrian diplomat, poet, writer and publisher. His poetic style combines simplicity and
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