الأحد، 10 نوفمبر 2013

Heirs of the Devil

Heirs of the Devil

Your faces are masks of extreme flexibility
Its paint is prudence, and its bottom is frivolity

Surprised, the devil applauded for it and sold you his arts
And said: ‘I’m leaving, I no longer have any role here; my role, it is youwho will play it’

And the roles turned over cruel faces, equaled by selfishness beneath you
For whenever your enemy sleeps among you, you will knock him
But you drag a thousand knocks for others who sleep

And it is enough roughness
To lament: ‘Rise Saladin, Rise’ until his shrine
Around which there is decay complained

How many times a year do you wake him?
How many times do you whip him on the wall of cowardice?

Do those who are alive ask their dead for help
Let Saladin alone in his soil and respect his quietness

For if he really rises among you, you will kill him
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Your faces are masks of extreme flexibility
Its paint is prudence, and its bottom is frivolity

Surprised, the devil applauded for it and sold you his arts
And said: ‘I’m leaving, I no longer have any role here; my role, it is youwho will play it’

And the roles turned over cruel faces, equaled by selfishness beneath you 
For whenever your enemy sleeps among you, you will knock him
But you drag a thousand knocks for others who sleep

And it is enough roughness
To lament: ‘Rise Saladin, Rise’ until his shrine
Around which there is decay complained

How many times a year do you wake him?
How many times do you whip him on the wall of cowardice?

Do those who are alive ask their dead for help
Let Saladin alone in his soil and respect his quietness

For if he really rises among you, you will kill him‎‏

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