The mumble of delight <br />It deafens me <br />Rough is pleasure on my busy head <br />This tender night, <br />Those humans… revelry <br />And I… brooding here <br />With pain inbred <br />And the night is long <br />A voice, afar… anear <br />A futile cheer <br />The chagrin of my soul <br />Reigns strong… <br />I hear the drum, the roll <br />The dance is on <br />The singing and the song <br />Thrilled are they… <br />Tomorrow I’ll be gone <br />Hush! ye overweening heart <br />Sweeter is dismay <br />Brighter is distress <br />The hollow fête! Tomorrow we’ll depart <br />Slumber well, dear spirit, mum! <br />Regress… <br />Succumb, succumb <br />To Nature’s behest <br />Ah! Come <br />Eternal rest! <br /> <br /> <br />Blaouza <br />September 3rd 1988<br /><br />Samer Madbak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-039-f-te/
