By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
Poems for Arab Spring
By Yusra Al-Ayoubi
Last update July 2013
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!
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,
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
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
Damascus, April 5, 2013
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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!
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 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!
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 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
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
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?
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
Good morning Hamah
Good morning Hamah the bold
Good morning the bride of cities old
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!!!
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!!!!
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!
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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