From a famous Egyptian poet..... to the Palestinian people,
(1 )
Do not re-conciliate!
Even if they granted you with gold
Suppse I pluck out your eyes
..Then fix two diamonds instead
will you see?
These are things can't be bought!
Even if they granted you with gold
Suppse I pluck out your eyes
..Then fix two diamonds instead
will you see?
These are things can't be bought!
__________
Childhood memories between your brother and you,
your -sudden- feel of puberty,
That shyness which suppresses longing when you hug him,
Silence -smiling- to the admonition of your mother,
As if...
you are still children!
This eternal tranquility between you both:
Two swords are your sword
Childhood memories between your brother and you,
your -sudden- feel of puberty,
That shyness which suppresses longing when you hug him,
Silence -smiling- to the admonition of your mother,
As if...
you are still children!
This eternal tranquility between you both:
Two swords are your sword
Two voices are your voice
That if you die...
The house has a moderator
and the child has a father
___________
Would my blood becomes -to you- water?
Would you forget my blood-stained clothing?
Wearing -above my blood- gold-Embroidered clothes?
It is war!
May be heavy on your heart,
But behind you is the shame of Arabs!
Do NOT Re-conciliate!
And Do Not find Escape!
_______________
(2)
Do NOT Re-conciliate on blood.. even for blood!
Do NOT Re-conciliate! even if it is said head for head!
Are all heads equal?
Is a stranger's heart like your brother's?
Is a stranger's eye like your brother's?
Does a hand whose sword was yours..
equals a hand whose sword caused you loss?
__________
They will say,
We came to you to stop blood..
We came to you, be -O' Prince- the judge..
They will say,
Here we are cousins
Say to them: they didn't consider cousin rights in the past
and plant your sword in the forehead of the desert..
Till the non-existence replies,
That I was to you,
a knight,
a brother,
a father,
a king!
____________
(3)
Do NOT Re-conciliate! even if it is said head for head!
Are all heads equal?
Is a stranger's heart like your brother's?
Is a stranger's eye like your brother's?
Does a hand whose sword was yours..
equals a hand whose sword caused you loss?
__________
They will say,
We came to you to stop blood..
We came to you, be -O' Prince- the judge..
They will say,
Here we are cousins
Say to them: they didn't consider cousin rights in the past
and plant your sword in the forehead of the desert..
Till the non-existence replies,
That I was to you,
a knight,
a brother,
a father,
a king!
____________
(3)
Do NOT Re-conciliate..
Even if the cries of remorse..
prohibited you from sleep.
And remember..
-If your heart softened for the black-wearing women and their smile-less children-
That your brother's daughter "Alyamamah"
is still a rose coated -in her flourishing years-
with mourning clothes!
She used, when I return home,
to run over the palace staircase
Holding my legs while descending
So I raise her -while she laughs-
On the back of the horse
Here she is now...silent
The hands of treachery deprived her
From her father's words
From wearing new clothes
From having -someday- a brother!
From a father smiling in her wedding..
And refuges to him if the husband upsets her..
And when he visits her..his grand children race to his arms
To have the gifts..
and play with his beard -while he surrenders-
and pull the turban..
___________
Do NOT Re-conciliate!
Or what is the guilt of this Yamamah (dove)?
to see the nest -suddenly- burnt.
And sit on the ashes?!
___________
(4)
Even if the cries of remorse..
prohibited you from sleep.
And remember..
-If your heart softened for the black-wearing women and their smile-less children-
That your brother's daughter "Alyamamah"
is still a rose coated -in her flourishing years-
with mourning clothes!
She used, when I return home,
to run over the palace staircase
Holding my legs while descending
So I raise her -while she laughs-
On the back of the horse
Here she is now...silent
The hands of treachery deprived her
From her father's words
From wearing new clothes
From having -someday- a brother!
From a father smiling in her wedding..
And refuges to him if the husband upsets her..
And when he visits her..his grand children race to his arms
To have the gifts..
and play with his beard -while he surrenders-
and pull the turban..
___________
Do NOT Re-conciliate!
Or what is the guilt of this Yamamah (dove)?
to see the nest -suddenly- burnt.
And sit on the ashes?!
___________
(4)
Do NOT Re-conciliate!
Even if they crowned you with princedom crown!
Even if they crowned you with princedom crown!
How could you step on the body of your father's son?
And how to become the king..
On the faces of pretended joy?
__________
Do NOT Re-conciliate!
How could you look at their hands when they shake with you
and don't see blood
in every palm?
And how to become the king..
On the faces of pretended joy?
__________
Do NOT Re-conciliate!
How could you look at their hands when they shake with you
and don't see blood
in every palm?
The arrow which hit me from behind..
will hit you from a thousand behind!
As blood -now- became a medal and badge.
__________
Do NOT Re-conciliate!
Even if they crowned you with princedom crown!
Your throne is a sword,
Your sword is fake,
If you didn't weigh -with its tip- moments of honor
If you preferred welfare!
__________
__________
(5)
لا تصالح
ولو قال من مال عند الصدامْ
".. ما بنا طاقة لامتشاق الحسام.."
عندما يملأ الحق قلبك:
تندلع النار إن تتنفَّسْ
ولسانُ الخيانة يخرس
لا تصالح
ولو قيل ما قيل من كلمات السلام
كيف تستنشق الرئتان النسيم المدنَّس؟
كيف تنظر في عيني امرأة..
أنت تعرف أنك لا تستطيع حمايتها؟
كيف تصبح فارسها في الغرام؟
كيف ترجو غدًا.. لوليد ينام
-كيف تحلم أو تتغنى بمستقبلٍ لغلام
وهو يكبر -بين يديك- بقلب مُنكَّس؟
لا تصالح
ولا تقتسم مع من قتلوك الطعام
وارْوِ قلبك بالدم..
واروِ التراب المقدَّس..
واروِ أسلافَكَ الراقدين..
إلى أن تردَّ عليك العظام!
(6)
لا تصالح
ولو ناشدتك القبيلة
باسم حزن "الجليلة"
أن تسوق الدهاءَ
وتُبدي -لمن قصدوك- القبول
سيقولون:
ها أنت تطلب ثأرًا يطول
فخذ -الآن- ما تستطيع:
قليلاً من الحق..
في هذه السنوات القليلة
إنه ليس ثأرك وحدك،
لكنه ثأر جيلٍ فجيل
وغدًا..
سوف يولد من يلبس الدرع كاملةً،
يوقد النار شاملةً،
يطلب الثأرَ،
يستولد الحقَّ،
من أَضْلُع المستحيل
لا تصالح
ولو قيل إن التصالح حيلة
إنه الثأرُ
تبهتُ شعلته في الضلوع..
إذا ما توالت عليها الفصول..
ثم تبقى يد العار مرسومة (بأصابعها الخمس)
فوق الجباهِ الذليلة!
(7)
لا تصالحْ، ولو حذَّرتْك النجوم
ورمى لك كهَّانُها بالنبأ..
كنت أغفر لو أنني متُّ..
ما بين خيط الصواب وخيط الخطأ.
لم أكن غازيًا،
لم أكن أتسلل قرب مضاربهم
لم أمد يدًا لثمار الكروم
لم أمد يدًا لثمار الكروم
أرض بستانِهم لم أطأ
لم يصح قاتلي بي: "انتبه"!
كان يمشي معي..
ثم صافحني..
ثم سار قليلاً
ولكنه في الغصون اختبأ!
فجأةً:
ثقبتني قشعريرة بين ضلعين..
واهتزَّ قلبي -كفقاعة- وانفثأ!
وتحاملتُ، حتى احتملت على ساعديَّ
فرأيتُ: ابن عمي الزنيم
واقفًا يتشفَّى بوجه لئيم
لم يكن في يدي حربةٌ
أو سلاح قديم،
لم يكن غير غيظي الذي يتشكَّى الظمأ
(8)
لا تصالحُ..
إلى أن يعود الوجود لدورته الدائرة:
النجوم.. لميقاتها
والطيور.. لأصواتها
والرمال.. لذراتها
والقتيل لطفلته الناظرة
كل شيء تحطم في لحظة عابرة:
الصبا - بهجةُ الأهل - صوتُ الحصان - التعرفُ بالضيف - همهمةُ القلب حين يرى برعماً في الحديقة يذوي - الصلاةُ لكي ينزل المطر الموسميُّ - مراوغة القلب حين يرى طائر الموتِ
وهو يرفرف فوق المبارزة الكاسرة
كلُّ شيءٍ تحطَّم في نزوةٍ فاجرة
والذي اغتالني: ليس ربًا..
ليقتلني بمشيئته
ليس أنبل مني.. ليقتلني بسكينته
ليس أمهر مني.. ليقتلني باستدارتِهِ الماكرة
لا تصالحْ
فما الصلح إلا معاهدةٌ بين ندَّينْ..
(في شرف القلب)
لا تُنتقَصْ
والذي اغتالني مَحضُ لصْ
سرق الأرض من بين عينيَّ
والصمت يطلقُ ضحكته الساخرة!
(9)
لا تصالح
ولو وقفت ضد سيفك كل الشيوخ
والرجال التي ملأتها الشروخ
هؤلاء الذين تدلت عمائمهم فوق أعينهم
وسيوفهم العربية قد نسيت سنوات الشموخ
لا تصالح
فليس سوى أن تريد
أنت فارسُ هذا الزمان الوحيد
وسواك.. المسوخ!
(10)
لا تصالحْ
لا تصالحْ
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