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Nostalgic Poems
By Yusra Al-Ayoubi |
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Poems for Arab Spring By Yusra Al-Ayoubi Last update July 2013 |
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Immigration How can
I immigrate to leave the essence of aromas? To the audacious
deviated ones? How can they
recompense my fervent woe, If life drudged me
my holy due? Shall I immigrate, a
stranger, unwanted No one to shield me
in my peril No one to feel my
desperate grief which never was shown Oh sorrow, o
torment of love to see My beloved homeland
with garlands of peace to crown To leave my cosy
home in distress Nothing assuage my
sorrow, but to find a tomb in my home! Longing My loneliness
paralyzes my mind My beloved, I
implore you not to forget Memories of love,
so sweet and fair I keep fervent, I call
you in my sleepless nights I can't live
without your tender care My life is barren,
without taste My life is bare My heart will burst Of longing snare, Of fear, You may not miss me
there The Jasmine and
rose buds in my warm heart Present to you, my
beloved, their fragrance rare I feel I die of
longing to live with you there Yusra Alayoubi Damascus, Tuesday,
21 May, 2013 The Promised Land At dawn in sight Heralds of the
Promised Land The land of our
dreams The ultimate of our
Path of Passion We put down our
cross Our chains were
broken And all our roads
ran to you When we saw you on
the horizon O our Promised Land Shone at dawn And resurrecting
our deadbeat hearts Nicer, you were,
than our vividest imagination Wiser than our
aspiration People were walking
unhurriedly and smiling No fear, no grief,
no waiting and no anticipation In our Promised
Land No injustice, no
aggression, No malice and no
revenge Peace on earth and
in the souls was peace In our promised
land Our lives' lost
dreams Were waiting for us
there Our beloved ones
who were killed Our children who
weren't given time to grow up Stood to receive us
there In our Promised
Land We left our present And in a moment,
our future embraced our past In our Promised
Land I thank God I'd
lived Until the day when
I saw The Promised Land Yousra Alayoubi Damascus, April 5,
2013 Watch with music on
YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xtnJlMJq_eo To the City of Jasmine Veterans
of liberty Victorious you are
in unity Burn again in
courage to liberate The blossoming soil
of the City of Jasmine! Trembling I waited
in the airport, I wept How can I leave my
homeland, how I immigrate? No thrill of joy to
return, no pledge of hope No intoxication, no
ray of moon No sweet ecstasy to
seduce my heart To return to the
City of Jasmine! Exhausted I roused
myself to contemplate; My sublime abode,
the land silvered by the moon The land of roses,
and Arabic Jasmine Under the fetters
of a child with illegal crown Playing the role of
satanic game Obedient to his
greed and illusion Renouncing love of
his people for gold Throwing a bold
nation. A fortress for thousand years Against invaders into an abyss of Hell Corruption reigned,
horror, devastation, carnages were done To instigate the
wrath of heaven and men Forced thousands
families by shelling their homes to immigrate How can we sing
peace when our land its freedom moans? How can we
celebrate marriages without homes? How can we feast
when children of hunger and cold die? Ah the City of
Jasmine for your fate my heart bleeds I could not outwit
evil and sin When brave hearts
were cast down Into fetters, in
cold cells were thrown! When those who
bequeathed their sons martyrdom To live in honour,
liberty fall, by men intoxicated By blood and
throne! Surely an
earthquake shall flash and strike sinners From their power
and throne! Don't be sad my
soul Sooner we drink
cold and reviver water In the City of
Jasmine! Tyrants against peace Green eyed monsters
full of venom Gangsters for half
a century in power Poverty of the
masses overwhelmed While the rulers
succumbed to pleasure Honesty crucified,
morality ruined In fences of
slavery their nation pride suffered Heart and soul
dedicated to foreign power Monstrous crimes
for their benefit they offer With fiendish tools
they tortured their prisoners To God abandoned
pious prayer To their powerless
nation Death, damnation
and fear Prison, exile, or
dagger Lost their senses
to leave glorious reign They drowned their
people in sea of blood and ruin By an arrogant
system built on injustice and violation How could they do
reparation? Or intend
adjustment and reformation When the masses in
peaceful demonstration Were treated by
negation and refutation Sinister faces held
them in cells crying: “Liberation“ Echoing from cliff
to cliff in indignation You’ll never
restore the faith of a nation Depraved of his
peace, progress, liberty Beware his wrath
and anger of indignation With melancholic
songs Wailing his martyrs
in the field of liberation! Suffocated by vengeance desire Got rid of all hope
and fear Cry: “Tyrants
should go forever!“ Against Progress,
egoistic, corruptive, sinner Apt to deeds of
arrogance and dishonour People for decades
by their rule had to suffer Against Peace,
Truth, Justice, Honour The will of the
nation should now reign To build a
prosperous new future better! Innocent victims Father of a victim
of violence and atrocity How can you justify
your crime before Eternity? Your atrocious deed
void of piety Virgin flower
kidnapped and raped by a monster Killed by her
outrageous father for honour! Have you no
compassion to see her as mirage disappear? No affectionate
sense of her pain when she moans her woe? No memory to forget
how she grew in your lap, how she
smiled, how she laughed to you? How she cried when
hungry, how of pain she screamed to you? How can you
renounce her when she mostly needed you to heal her wounds,
to repair her confidence in her purity, in
her piety, in her innocence, that the parched flower
will survive true? Instead you
disowned her, submitted her to shame, to slaughter too God will not
absolve notorious crimes of vengeance against ravished maidens
instead of fiendish foe! Gracious spirits Gracious spirits of
my homeland Before the ecstasy
of mortal death they smile Who says Heaven is
a tale of ancient, is blind, is
buffoon of wile Their live the
righteous Man, the martyrs of liberty From the Pharaohs
of the time By the radiance of
faith Sure of victory,
sure of truth to come To repair the
upright way Nothing is eternal,
dawn after darkness come The inhibited,
haunted world below Those Satanic
derisions settle Will be ended with
its covetous rule Conscience of whole
nations will stop the deviation role The will of a
nation is the will of God! Can I
forgive? The wounds of my
country in my heart bleed Carnage after
carnage, to families lead Pure maidens raped,
children ravished Captivated men
tortured to death Crimes outraged God
by satanic deeds East and West on
their interest feed Their frontiers
have no limit for their greed Sectarian discrimination they seed Robbers of nations
wealth breed Slaves to carry off
their aims With mighty powers
they aid in need To crush cities,
annihilate people Who'll never kneel
to arrogance and steal Powerless
bystander, I stand to contemplate, to meet An age of fiendish
world, no conscience to lead Invoking omnipotence
will of God To aid heroes who
alone suffer In defence of our homelands not to pieces
scatter Into multi city
states forever! Deliverance will
surely come, but through Bleeding, great
suffering or death Perhaps through
changes of faces To captivate
sterility without breath! But falcons who
can't live in captivity Hasten the fateful
hour to come When heroes
accomplish lofty enterprise of our national liberty! To build in history
a home of solidarity! My bonds The bonds that bind
me in life Love of Justice,
conscience pure Love of my
fatherland, integrate and free Love for humanity,
crave for evolution Compassion to
oppressed in emotion I seek
enlightenment from all sacred books to find they were
revolutions to defend the oppressed That fear fettered
the oppressor From his will of
power No Man should be
enslaved by another Man All Monotheist
Religions are the same Following the
morality of the Ten Tablets To adore and pray
for one God, the God of Compassion, justice
and law The essence of experiences
of Human being through ages After thousands of
years in savage Paganism How could we return
in the third millennium To faiths of
Jahiliah and Paganism? Multi-faced
religions crept into our life Evil fights of
conflicts without retreat That made the stone
weep The eyes of the sky
pour tears Torrents of blood
on our land and field The will of power
had achievement and feats That scared ravens
on corpses feed Servility stooping
men on their crimes They laugh and hail
their deeds Shabby scoundrels who
killed on identity Bird fledglings,
flowers of society Nothing constrains
them of being savage and mean My time was full of
deviations and corruption Which my mind never
perceive Let the bleeding of
martyrs for honour not retreat who consecrated
their life for Syrian Liberty Instigate Heroes
Salvation, Resurrection Peace, Justice and
Stability! Sublime youths Sublime youths overpassing their fathers In strength and
zeal Cry to the
resplendent earth Their oath to
glorious deeds Consuming fire,
senses swoon and reel Radiant and sweet
things Their life
consecrated to divine Peace Wild and passionate
with a will Never to decay, never
to cease To liberate their
homeland from ominous things Youths who won old
warm wisdom Meditation mastery
to seek enlightenment For change, to
alter, to seek a better world Their crave for
evolution Seething fire
surges high and deep With amazement and
awe they meet All painful scars
from those who doomed their nation By rage, rancour,
annihilation But feats of
sublime youths Will trample to
earth Their schemes and
hallucination Martyrs Their mortal veil
they shed In honour of their
homeland liberty Delicacies of
heaven for them remain Their Spirits
offended in their tombs Instigate souls of
heroes With eternal fire
to take revenge Over Satanic
culprits who soiled the earth With numberless
wounded and corpses Watered the floured
soil with blood Death enshrined
heroes with no fear Until Dawn would
chase Darkness Victory attended,
Tyranny crumbled down! An advice from a mother
Withdraw before you become the scourge Against your people as tiger You are more sensitive being a doctor Than gladiator Beware the transformation of time to another The roar of people in anger For decades were under oppressor The will of the people is the will of God As torrent it is never retreat, never surrender! How could you choose the way of violence? Relying on men, their hearts evil smoulder Defiling maidens, torturing to death children Bloodthirsty, trample on arrested men bodies To stifle their voices in concentration cells With fiendish tools tortured till were corpses How can you sooth their afflicted families By promises of reparation and co-operation While the mass is roaring in indignation Singing melancholic songs For their martyrs died in demonstration? |
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Hums
the martyr
Hums, the lair of heroes blessed City of Khaled Ben Alwalid On Orontes river posted and rest On your shoulders you bear heavy load For the pledge of Liberty your wounds bleed Men, women, children you sacrificed Resisting lead and fire, poisoned bullets By stones you threw scoundrels trained To slaughter youths in the spring of their dates By music your Martyrs adieu you sing To the moonlight your vocation to bring Proud, decisive, Death you disdain To God your fervent prayer paid Allah, Akbar, Allah Akbar, Allah Akbar Ringing through the fields and plain Glorious to be Idol, in Generation memory remain
Shame to those who instigate Sectarian wars to dictate Their laws stagnate Never distinguish swords of violation From banners to liberate To whom the balance shows crack-down They flee him as if afflicted by Leprosy While the victorious, they support with ecstasy Their Fortune they fear to loose to Misery Bleeding of a nation, they don’t care Wealth of nations they usually share
It’s your fate Liberators to lift high the head Of your Nation, to ornate it with wreath of laurels Seats of Tyrants crack down to ruin Memories of Liberators become the nation Feast |
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Good morning Hamah
Good morning Hamah the bold Good morning the bride of cities old Stretching! From your warm body expelling Dwarfs passed the night weaving For your neck bonds of slavery
Light morning, Freedom of Liberates Light morning, Blossom of Minarets Fifty years the daughter of Orontes River pride ON Syria plains lifted high the head Teaching people the meaning of dying As martyrs for their nation, for their people sake
Good morning full of the fragrance Of roses and Arabian Jasmine Eternal your struggle, glorious your feats Your wounds you used to heal Surviving newly to begin Defeating symbols of corruption, injustice, shame To build for civilization Thousands of solid towers and donation!!! |
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Justice of Years
Is it justice of Years My distressed nation Dangerously bleed from wounds While the world Silently, un-attentively keep?
Is it justice of Years That your freemen are trodden By the boots of deep grudge That your children are tortured, maimed Pitilessly killed by savages?
Is it justice of Years That your sons are chased and gone astray To near and far lands That free- minded people for years Are imprisoned in cells damp and deep?
Is it justice of Years That the land of Green Liberty Be drowned by dark sea of slavery The light wither, darkness overwhelm?
No! This is never the character of Years!!!! |
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The Tyrant
You who disowned great love to own gold A dwarf butting the clouds so bold Ignorant subjugating the pride of the prominent Stealing the right of elites by fraud and intent Climbing by force tower from the tent
You who bereaved mothers from their child Orphaned youths from their father Stabbed your patient nation with mortal wounds Climbing top of treason, violence and plunder Till gasping out of breathe from anger For decades had to succumb and suffer
Beware of your nation filling the streets from anger! Decisive to restore his legal extorted rights In liberation fields from winter to summer Enough burdening him with misery, bleeding, pains bitter! It’s time for tyrants to vanish for ever To build a prosperous peaceful world, better By justice, co-operation and equal rights! |
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Women demonstrators
The sky echoes a furious din Go away, go away, go away! Before you commit a greater sin Your prey hounds did not respect The noble faces of liberators Cruelly smashed by multi-traitors Decisive, steadfast women demonstrators Defying in Benghazi air bombs, armed tanks Craving to be martyrs, in liberation tombs For the pledge of liberty sheltered in their wombs
Among Arab oppressing dictators The Libyan Tyrant is the most disgusting gladiator Criminal, crazy, greedy, hateful, liar The womb of the sky never created his like dictator How could he crush his noble brave nation? Bold spirits, descendants of Omar al Mukhtar devotion
Even the world rages of his crimes and violation Searing glances of honest indignation Could not exact just punishment for his violation Overwhelmed by silly grandiose He could not feel Libyan awes Supported by evil powers He transgressed human laws Being to his people terrifying awe Stubborn enemy to their legal claims They’ll insure victory over the ruin of your world Built on corruption, injustice, and shame!
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