كسجاد أيراني غالي الثمن.
أو كنبته تنمو في الصخر.
كانشقاق البحر أو كرعد وقت المطر.
فالسيد لم يأت بشئ جديد بعد.
غير حصار المدن وقتل البشر.
فهل من شك في المعجزات وغضب الليل والنهار.
هنا وهناك تسقط القذائف وهناك غضب الفيل وغضب الأسد.
فالحرب قائمة ولم تبد بعد, فهي أبادة لشعب مخزن بافيون القات وحافي القدمين.
فلماذا تتألم بلقيس واروى على حلم سيف بن ذي يزن, فالوطن همً اخر.
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Poisons of the body, did you them?
They are the ousted leaders that cause problems.
But Thirty three of them are the top of the list: murder , ignorance and corruption.
The public is categorized, as cheap and fake without envy when these public diseases poison the minds of the populace.
The poison of the body are toxic to the mind that is left carelessly.
It is a game, a game of the mind when political protagonists stage their plans for poisoning the minds of many.
Their influence are like waves of the sea and aura of fire from hell.
Summer is hot, but winter is cold, their devises cannot be affected by the poison that come from their political platforms.
Commonly the destiny of their lies and craftiness will die like Dhi Nawas Humairi and the Pharaoh of Egypt at the sea.
It was time to leave, and the hotheens who have burned every beautiful thing inYemen must know that they cannot build a nation with their models of confusing the masses with Islamic values.
It is the dance and song of the recent deaths in Yemen. These are the poisons of the bodies used by crooked politicians in the middle east.
سموم الجسد ولغة الجسد.
الزعيم المخلوع والنكد.
ثلاثة وثلاثون سنة من القتل والجهل والفساد.
الجمهور الرخيص والمزور وبلا حسد.
أنها لعبة الشطرنج ولعبة النرد.
أمواج البحر وكتل الرمل والثلج.
الصيف والشمس والشتاء والبرد.
المصير المشترك لذو نواس الحميري وفرعون مصر والبحر.
فقد حان الوقت للرحيل, أوليس هو القائل أحرقوا كل شيئ جميل في اليمن.
أنها رقصة وأغنية الموت الاخيرة.
The mosaic Tree of palm trees snuggle their laves all night long.
Is that how peace should have been and shared among mankind?
What did slave trade do? And what did trade in silk do for mankind?
Varieties of fruits have been the events of Ghadir Khumm harvest demonstrations.
Storms of wind sep across the barren desert dunes in the Arabian kingdoms, but heavy snow and blizzards overcome landmarks in the northern hemisphere.
Poverty and industrialization are myths of impossibilities in poor countries.
They only know the industrialization of wars and hatred.
What kinds of mosaics dynamics do they have in the poor countries?
The mosaic of palm trees are promises and memories of the good times.
The splendor of the Old and New Testament.
Sleep and dreams are ways of thanking the creator for his peace. Or His glories?
The mosaic of palm trees and queens of bees are foundations of fates of males in a kingdom.
The mosaic of palm trees are symbols of refreshments of free oxygen.
The mosaic of palm trees are similar to the police or sportsmen in a troop race of horses.
برقشة النخيل والليل الطويل.
تجارة العبيد وتجارة الحرير.
أصناف الفاكهة وعيد الغدير.
عواصف الريح والثلج الكثيف.
الفقر وصناعة المستحيل.
برقشة النخيل وعود وذكريات الزمن الجميل٠
محكمة العهد القديم والجديد.
النوم والاحلام والشكر الجزيل.
برقشة النخيل ومملكة النحل ومصير الذكور.
برقشة النخيل والهواء العليل.
برقشة النخيل وسباق الخيول.
Summer and the lunar are in your eyes.
And the Spring soaks the face of the solar by the clouds of rainfall .
Oh! here comes the glory of the rainforests .
And oh! to the eagerness and affection of the changes in weather.
Littered with love letters my table became the imagination of a rainforest.
But where is the plethora of Love? Do rainforests also fall in Love?
Yes, all musicians singing and dancing under the shades of trees can tell the story of that plethora.
Rain , thunder, lightning and growling flood of water is the dialogue of nature.
Then the Hoop! Poop! Poop!Poop! Wag! Wag! Wag! flapping its wings, flies away the eagle that is the champion dancer of the sky. He is an escapee of all kinds of danger, but despite the rains, it enjoys shelter in the woods of the rainforest
في عيونك صيفي وقمري.
وفي وجنتك ربيعي وشمسي.
اه من تلك الغابات المطيرة.
واه من الشوق والحنيين.
تتناثر أحرف الحب في مخيلتي وتكاد تقتلني.
لكنها تشكل قصيدة عصماء في حبك الأبي.
الحان وغناء ورقص تحت أغصان الشجر.
مطر ورعد وبرق وحوار في أهات البشر.
حينها رقص الهدهد والنسر رغم الخطر ورغم المطر.
In the noise of the city I flew high in the sky to nearing other the planets and stars .
Then I fell to the bottom of the sea where the jewels the creator paced them in hidden places.
There were some rain drops on the living and the dead people in cemeteries .
They were touching things and escape from the land of wars.
Then I relaxed in the pub in the view of a Balkan bird with a long beak.
There was a dance where magnetic field and the singing nightingale.
Then the inspiration of Iron Surat was revealed to His great servant the owner of glorious Creations.
في ضوضاء المدينة حلقت عالياً في السماء الى قرب الكواكب والنجوم.
بعدها سقطت الى قاع البحر حيث الجواهر والاعلام.
هناك أسئلة يطرحها الاحداث عن الأرض والسماء.
هناك المطر يسقط على الأحياء والموتى في المقابر....
هناك ملامسة الأشياء والهروب من الأرض والحروب.
حينها استرخيت في حانة الخمر على منظر لطائر البلقان ذو المنقار الطويل.
هناك حيث رقصة الحقل المغناطيسي وغناء العندليب.
بعدها نزلت سورة الحديد على عبده المجيد ذو المجد التليد.
The Longing mountains
The Longing mountains have cool nights, hot and humid days throughout the seasons of the year.
In satisfaction, the invocation of all flora and fauna are the glories of these Longing mountains.
In disbelief, all the flora and fauna act in moderation.
The Longing mountains quench soreness of the seasons by the snow and sand dunes that occur at the foot of their ranges.
Rivers of longing and valleys are the vulgarities of this natural phenomena.
When tragedy strikes, its all about creating the awareness of Madaya, Zabadani , Taiz and the summits of the mountains.
The water running from these Longing mountains wage wars by their turbulence.
When cows and bulls become crazy, their craziness may turn into madness of people. So, does any Longing mountain contain all the emotions of all living creatures? What's the Longing mountains of your life?
شوق الجبال ليالٍ وأيام طوال.
في الرضاء والأبتهال.
وفي الكفر والأعتدال.
شوق الجبال ووجع الثلج والرمال.
أنهار الشوق والأبتذال.
مأساة مضايا والزبداني وتعز وقمم الجبال.
حروب المياه وفنون القتال.
جنون البقر وجنون البشر.
شوق الجبال وتحرير فلسطين يأتى بالعمل وليس بالاقوال.
Battles of Darkness
Battles in the dark and battles at dawn.
Then cowards ended their speech through committing suicide. Why do they terrorise themselves? Is the god they are protecting a weak god?
No voice is louder than the sound of guns, and hearts of cowards is loaded with bullets, which when released have the speed of the hurricane.
And then the peace is ended.
Battles are like the curses that rain from the sky, clouds, sun and the moon .
It is the sin of Adam and Eve .
Battles are hidden like the sugar beets hidden under the ground until harvest time.
Then the attempts to quell the battles are as great as the end of a dream.
Who is that who can resist battles, as Taiz and Marib exhaust their older dams of ammunition.
I was disappointed about the Houthi and the ousted president because all their political games ended in dark projects.
But the inevitable doom that affected all these battles were the will come out victorious and peace to prevail on earth.
معارك في الفجر ومعارك في الظلام.
حينها أنتهى الكلام وانتحر الحمام.
لا صوت يعلو فوق صوت المدافع والرصاص والأعصار.
وقتها أنتهى السلام.
أنها لعنة السماء والغيوم والشمس والقمر.
أنها خطئية أدم وحواء.
أنها كحصاد البنجر السكري وحصاد الشيلم.
حينها أنتهت المحاولات والحلم الأعظم.
أنها مقاومة تعز ومارب وسدهما الأقدم.
لقد خاب الحوثي والرئيس المخلوع وأنتهى مشروع الظلام.
أنه الهلاك المحتوم لكن بعد كل هذا سياتي النصر وسوف يسود الأرض السلام.
There, in the fields I am looking for my mother's legacy.
Nothing there except the axe pecking noise in the forests and the breezes of air keeping happy dancing leaves of the forests.
There, where the planter sings and plays the flute.
So are the trees and herbs are dancing.
And there, where the rain falls, the wind blows too.
The farmer cultivates the land and the fields become green.
There are the continuum of my mother’s legacy between the heaven and earth. There where the sunsets and the moon rises.
There are my mother's spectrum arrays in almond fields and vineyards, there are also continual existence of life and light.
There it is where the corn grows, coffee fields are filled with berries.
Moreover, where there are willows, the rest of the trees find their supremacy in forest.
In addition, the continuum of my mother's legacy explains why the rains continue to give life to the earth where my mother once lived.
Finally my mother is in heaven and in the grave is her remains. There is a place where no one can escape because everyone has an appointment with death. .
هناك في الحقول أبحث عن ماّثر أمي.
لاشيئ بعد غير الفاس ونسمات الهواء.
هناك يغني ,,البتول'' ويعزف الناي.
فتتمايل الأشجار والأعشاب....
ويتساقط المطر والرياح تهب عليه
ويحرث الفلاح الأرض فتخضر الحقول.
هناك طيف أمي مابين السماء والأرض.
هناك عند مغيب الشمس وطلوع القمر.
هناك طيف أمي في حقول اللّوز والكروم.
هناك في حقول الذرة والبن.
وفي غابات الصفصاف وباقي الشجر.
هناك طيف أمي في المطر.
هناك أمي في القبروفي السماء فلامفر.
They are leaving without saying any word, but they paint icons of death, Life, generosity, diligence, kindness, loyalty , truth and beauty.
They are behind the barriers coming from no where, but their ships of travel gear-up for speed.
From their wounds in life they plant and grow senses to become sensible in their own world.
Name without a voice, is it expressed in such habits, as hunger smoking, booze and drugs?
Name without a voice, is it like a painting on the side-walk and in such a way as a rash of gashing sound of water?
Name without a voice, like thunder and rain.
Name without a voice, like fur of smoke.
Name without a voice, like a rust and sand.
Name without a voice, like a dream that claims flirts with fiction.
Who are they that are lost? What is their world like? How do they express their anguish or jubilations? Are they all expressed in symbolisms of life, generosity, diligence, kindness, loyalty , truth and beauty? These are the names of voices of the lost members of our societies.
يغادرون دون أن ينطقوا بكلمة لكنهم يرسمون ايقونات: الموت:الحياة: الكرم: الاجتهاد:اللطف:الولاء: الحق والجمال.
ومن خلف الحواجز قادمون لكن سفنهم لم ترس بعد.
ومن جروح حياتهم تنبت وتنمو السنابل.
أسم بلا صوت كالجوع للتدخين وللخمر وللمخدرات.
أسم بلا صوت كفقدان المياه وكالنقش على الرصيف.
أسم بلا صوت كالرعد وكالمطر.
أسم بلا صوت كالضباب وكالدخان.
أسم بلا صوت كالصدى وكالرمال.
أسم بلا صوت كحلمً راح يداعب الخيال.
Sounds of ships, aircraft and the sound of the old cannon.
The prophecy of Daniel and Nebuchadnezzar are coming.
The chairs of authority and the rights to confiscate property at will from unsuspecting citizens.Potiphar's wife was a symbol of moral decadence of Egypt that led to imprisonment of Joseph, the handsome man with whom Portiphar's wife lusted him into their royal bed.
The fate of Antaonius Marcus and Cleopatra were defined by ancient glories.
The Kurdish child Ilan and the migration over the deadly seas marks the end of the chapter of the Arab spring that spewed into civil wars in Syria, Iraq and later to other Arab countries that are not immune to war.
That is the end of life in the bars and pubs whose commanders were the friends of thieves.
It is drowning in the sea or on land of perdition after the premonition of the death spirits arrived in the deserts of the Middle East. Those spirits are called the Dash! or ISIS! Their names are truncated because they are not for peace, but for evil.
Thus, says comrades and friends, let us use the American weapons in advancing our course. Americans are with the Dash! and ISIS! They are hiding behind the Dash! and ISIS!
In their time, the vagina will come along after they finish raping all innocent girls, women and old women.
أصوات السفن والطائرات وصوت المدفع العتيق.
نبوة دانيال ونبوخذ نصر قادمة.
كراسي الحكم ومصادرة الأرادة والحقوق.
زوجة فوطيفار والنبي يوسف....
مصير ماركوس انطيونيوس وكليوباترا والأمجاد الغابرة.
الطفل الكردي أيلان والهجرة فوق البحار المميتة.
تلك هي نهاية قائد الحانة والخمارة وصديق اللصوص.
أنه الغرق في البحر أو الهلاك في البر.
هكذا حدثني الأخلة والأصدقاء .
ووقتها سياتي الفرج بعد طول العناء.
The Forest of Lilies open their flowers to the moon, a smiling counterpart and the champion of the night sky.
Mary, the mother of Date Palms welcomes the young children, the new born with palm leaves.
Sunlight opens the bell flowers at the day time.
The Forest of Lilies, the sea and their clavicles increase their waves.
Birds of the air take lots of warm air under their wings. But do they suffocate the forest of Lilies?
While the ship is distant in the rough waters, the sound of her hooting horns alert the forest of lilies.
The Forest of Lilies respond to stimuli like sick people and the poor in the spirit seek for salvation from Jesus.
The Forest of lilies is to exalt the royalties to their highness.
Imams, sheikhs and mullahs.
The black color is also the member of the seven light rays, which gives shade to the forest predators.
ISIS will not win the war in the middle east because there are no covers from the forest of lilies in the middle east. Shall ISIS dig their heads into the sand like Ostriches in the desert?
Fleeing Women, pregnant and expecting mother are developing varicose veins due to no shade from the forest of lilies.
Sanctify the Lord's name in the highest. Sanctify Him, Glorify Him because all belongs to Him. The forest of lilies is all about giving thanks to Him who created the lilies.
Ottawa International Poets and Writers for human Rights (OIPWHR)