From the greatest medieval farce (Poetry)

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Maybe your doctor diagnoses the disease but it never gives you the right medicine. What do you think of this recipe? A is not the best .. 

1

Do not worry about what I write for you

All I miss is absurdity

And all I feel is absurdity

Everything I draw and imagine is ridiculous

I am not a poet, Madam

I just graduated from the Institute of Journalism

 2

Because I hope to speak

Because I hope for silence

Let me write to you, sir

A poem does not die

When I opened my eyes

I saw only you and Beirut

 3

Yes, you are beautiful

And the most beautiful in your summer clothes

And I know that the moon is jealous of you

And I know you fascinated the planet

But you do not understand what pride is

After all, you are oriental

You may be used to sweet talk

But before I drank the milk I learned freedom

4

O one who is called my love, you have a crime

And related to servants and discourses

And in ancient palaces

A little clever lady

You will enter great stories

I abandoned you love you sincerely

I preferred those who saw only the body

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True love is from and to the purest heart

Not called crime

The betrayal of any party is greater

Great crime

The believer does not know the true truth

Only after the traitor is blown into a hole

  Fire burns