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By Yusra Al-Ayoubi

Nostalgic Poems

Give Me Another Day


The Black Moon

The happiness of Woman

The Martyr

The Map of the Upright Way

The Rape of Amytis

The Anger of the Rock

The Coming Time

The Liberator

The Merchants of Tadmur

The Flags of Pirates

The Silent Devil

The Heavy Inheritance

The Copper Idol

Piece After Piece

The Snow Puppet

The Soothsayers

The Spirit of the Age

Soldiers and Liberators

Why Nebuchad Nezzar!


Tear the clouds and let your full moon be seen

The dreams of your soul will never extinguish

In a youthful body, bitter in its sweetness

Nor on the mouths of nails

Sin decided your death,

Crowned you with thorns

Besieged you to the last breath

But it was blind to see

Your victory over death

How the fragrance of your life

Sweetens every winged heart

As blossoms perfume spring

You, Man you are not a god

But how much you have

From the breath of God

Burn together body and soul

Embrace, unite

Then come back to us a flame

In the darkness shine

The eyes of spiders

Weaving their deadly cobweb

And ravens with fingers on the trigger

Waiting to lick your wounds

A poet in the wilderness dreams

Of the miracle to burst

Dreams of a balance of pure weights

Of a Houri not falsified by colours

To support him,  to pour in him faith

Of a lash to beat down

All the shameless faces

A stranger in a baffling night

Heaven hides him in the bosom to its near twilight

He sighed, not a golden crown he wants

No palace, no wealth, nor the paradise of Rashid

Nothing but an earthquake

To purify earth from injustice

To liberate the new slaves

When will the breasts be inflamed by the holy fire?

Men yawned in their Harem,

Given up to their entertainment

While nearby the earth groaned,

Graves opened, eyes peeped,

The eyes of victims.

Thousands thousand bright eyes

Have extinguished on the licentious field

Thousands thousand weeping eyes

Rained on the cruel rocks of sin

Earth groaned

But not for resurrection.

Near the fire he sat in the night

Swallowing from its light

The wisdom of ages

Measuring the dimensions of earth

Flying on it horses and arms

Picking stars, planting new stars

A lonely sailor in a boat

Struggling the historic winds

Embracing all ports

Rolling to the abyss evil witches

Shaking to the bones sea pirates

A noble anger was lashing

The bones of earth to the marrow

Give me the madness of Hittin

To sew to the sea a blue bride dress

Embroidered with lilac twilight

To be united to a heaven

Of a full shining moon

To the day of Hittin

How far I am from Hittin!

On my tongue is a rock

On my shoulders lays a rock

My breast succumbs under a rock

My tears run over a rock

I feel myself a rock

And on my rocks walk

All pigs stamping their footsteps

Where are you Saladdin

To roll the rocks of time from me

To crumble my heaviness?

How did the tower bend its head

How did the bear took the pigeon as a bride

How did the wolf be the guard

The rats in power mad?

A world of suicide!

Reason bends to craziness the head.

Purity hides the filth within.

A world which digs in the day of marriage its grave.

And you poet who penetrates the dark,

Measuring the dimensions of black,

Burning your breath,

Perhaps a light as a needle pricks

The dense darkness and whispers the glad tiding.

A stranger you are in a strange land

A nightingale sings in the near branch,

Arousing your longing.

Is it love or deceit?

How much you suffered from defeat

Nights of sleeplessness!

How much you were tortured

By the jailor and the jail!

Be patient my heart,

An instance of patience..

Between reason and madness

An instance of patience..

Between  victory and  defeat

An instance of patience..

 Between Jerusalem and Hittin

An instance of patience.

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