Beyrouth - بيروت - Beirut

St. Georges

Je suis née à Beyrouth, mais je l'ai visité quelques fois seulement. Même si mon nom est Georges et il est le saint patron de cette ville et son mythe phénicien est si attrayant, j'ai toujours imaginé ma ville natale, depuis que j'ai découvert son corniche, comme une figure féminine flottante, se promener par la mer ...

I was born in Beirut but I visited it only few times.
Even if my name is Georges and he's the saint patron of the city and Its phoenician myth is so appealing, I always envisioned my hometown, since I discovered its cornice, as a floating female figure, walking by the sea ...

Imru al-Qais’s 6th century classical Arabic poem “Let Us Stop and Weep

وجِـيْدٍ كَجِيْدِ الرِّئْمِ لَيْسَ بِفَاحِـشٍ

إِذَا هِـيَ نَصَّتْـهُ وَلاَ بِمُعَطَّــلِ

وفَـرْعٍ يَزِيْنُ المَتْنَ أسْوَدَ فَاحِــمٍ

أثِيْـثٍ كَقِـنْوِ النَّخْلَةِ المُتَعَثْكِــلِ

غَـدَائِرُهُ مُسْتَشْزِرَاتٌ إلَى العُــلاَ

تَضِلُّ العِقَاصُ فِي مُثَنَّى وَمُرْسَــلِ

Her neck was like that of a milk-white hind, but, when she raised it, exceeded not the justest symmetry; nor was the neck of my beloved so unadorned.

Her long coal-black hair decorated her back, thick and diffused, like bunches of dates clustering on the palm-tree.

English translation from W.A. Clauston’s “Arabic Poetry”, 1881