Yesterday, I was reading a "peaceful and friendly" part-Israeli blog - East Med Sea Peace- cheering the fact that the Lebanese were capable of making political humor out of their tragedy… the old arabic verse, "Like a bird dancing out of Pain" came to mind. The bird is Lebanon, a Phoenix.. Much as it dances out of joy in its better days, it dances out of pain in times of hurt... It dances to shake off the ashes.
The Phoenix bursts into fire, then rises again, do the shrieks sound like laughter? Maybe they do. Just like southern mothers who welcome their fallen children back home with a "Ululation," and hide their tears. Somehow their cries resound of pain, a different sound of joy that says: "Happy to have you back, torn, wounded, ...dead.. happy to have you back no matter what."
Only with laughter can we welcome back our Lebanon.. our precious little Lebanon.. a secret legend says that with echos of laughter we can herald in tomorrow. Legend says that the smiles in this little rock called Lubnan turn into clouds, and rain back droplets of life..
For its sake, for Lebanon's sake, we tread on our hearts, we swallow our pain, we hide our wounds, and hang our bloody clothes as cheerful banners, we dry our tears and spread the white salt and perhaps throw into air our last ration of rice to bring Lebanon back, we stand up and cry:
O Joy! O Joy! Rise Lebanon, Rise!
For its sake we shall live, and for its name we shall laugh.
The Phoenix bursts into fire, then rises again, do the shrieks sound like laughter? Maybe they do. Just like southern mothers who welcome their fallen children back home with a "Ululation," and hide their tears. Somehow their cries resound of pain, a different sound of joy that says: "Happy to have you back, torn, wounded, ...dead.. happy to have you back no matter what."
Only with laughter can we welcome back our Lebanon.. our precious little Lebanon.. a secret legend says that with echos of laughter we can herald in tomorrow. Legend says that the smiles in this little rock called Lubnan turn into clouds, and rain back droplets of life..
For its sake, for Lebanon's sake, we tread on our hearts, we swallow our pain, we hide our wounds, and hang our bloody clothes as cheerful banners, we dry our tears and spread the white salt and perhaps throw into air our last ration of rice to bring Lebanon back, we stand up and cry:
O Joy! O Joy! Rise Lebanon, Rise!
For its sake we shall live, and for its name we shall laugh.