By Fouad Neeman El-Khoury
But would not succumb to it.
Roses and prayers,
Filling its heart;
Christmas presents arrived early.
Sydney … the joyful princess,
My cherished city,
Who has stolen your charm?
Who has betrayed your generosity?
And has torn the veil of your innocence,
In one instance?
The lily is a fence,
The scented flowers cried in protest,
And we are all one bouquet of flowers,
Blended with colours,
And our statement is
The liberty of man,
And Sydney
Translated into English by Dr Emile Chidiac
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