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Lemon tree
Citronnier - شجرة الليمون
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Poem
The Orange Tree
In the orchards of the old, beautiful Lebanon
Where the moon remains tender,
A skilled peasant, empties with his calloused fingers
A glorious orange to turn into a rustic lamp.
A faint, tenuous flame shines within,
Glowing red from the rind’s reflection,
While a perfume, sweet and undulating,
Exhales softly from the aromatic globe.
My dearest, so joyful and free under the sun,
Was as fresh and fragrant as the orange;
But bitterness has now replaced love,
And to please your destructive whims
My heart consumes itself in the night,
Burning its incense at your altar.
Published in La Montagne Parfumée
Éditions de la Revue Phénicienne, 2004