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who am I to praise Damascus ?
Is the glorious waiting for me ?
Who am I to glorify a city bigger than History ?
Who am I to repeat the obvious or to confirm it ?
Damascus,
Where Apostle Paul saw the light
Where Salah El
Deen closed his eyes
Damascus,
Where Ommaya held the universal-torch
Where the Crusaders met genuine-Christianity
Where the silk met the swords
Where the poets sang to the scientists .
Where the perfumes raised their values
by touching the skins of the virtuous.
Damascus,
where Saint John the Baptist's head is kept
where my head bows down....
Dimashk !!
you need me not
you ,the endless and eternal
the divine and yet mortal .
Dimashk,
A deep-well
from which drank Prophet Mohammad
and all the first Christians.
Dimashk !!
that untouched virgin
for which kneel all her admirers
and I am one of them.
Raja Chemayel
Damascus August 2009
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