Mahmoud Darwish (ahmad al-arabi)**محمود درويش(احمد العربي)ا

Mahmoud Darwish (ahmad al-arabi)**محمود درويش(احمد العربي)امسية شعر

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• arab
• محمود
• درويش
• احمد
• العربي
• شعر
• فلسطين
• بروة

[nyousef713]

عزاء للوطن ..يا عربي يا فلسطيني

مت في الغربة..

ولم تعد للوطن..

رحمة الله عليك يا محمود درويش..

[zackrazick]

good bless your soul Mr. Darweesh. your poems will live forever.

[SuperNforever]

اشربوا الحليب....لا وقت للمنفى...نااااااار

[rlphkenny]

ARABY Twenty years he questioned he migrated but in a mot in a banana dish His mther delivred him and withdrew To attain a travel document was eating him to high hell Traveled away the clouds and left him a refugee Like a rain coat the mountains sheltered him AHMAD AL ARABY I AM HE SAID The bullet, the orange, the memories Found myself within reach of my self I deserted the dew, the site of the sea The tent The mount Zaatar And I am the continuing return to the home land

[rlphkenny]

And I am the continuing return to the home land Found myself fulfill my self Ahmed left to find his hands and ribs He was the step, the star From the Atlantic to the Gulf From the Gulf to the Atlantic They were stacking spears And Ahmad Al Araby climbing, jumping to climbs Yaffa The fugitive now is Ahmad The city deserted streets came to him To kill him From the Gulf to the Atlantic From the Atlantic to the Gulf They were stacking the funeral Selecting the Guillotines

[rlphkenny]

Selecting the Guillotines I Am Ahmad Al Araby let the siege begin My body is the siege-train, let the siege begin I am the for front fire Let the siege begin It is I whom shall siege My chest all the peoples gate let the siege begin My song never came to draw the blue Ahmad in the trench Behind my back the memories, the day of the sun and daffodil Exchange not my correspondence Fight... All alike is the sand...you for the blue Account my ribs, Baradah slipped from my very hand

[rlphkenny]

Account my ribs, Baradah slipped from my very hand The Nile river banks leave me away Searching for the frontiers of my fingers What do I see? All the city capitals covered in froth And Ahmad polishing the watches in the dungeons My song never came to draw the burned blue Ahmad It is he; Ahmad the universe In this torn narrow dreamed page It is he the orange bullet , the bulletised purple He whom sparkeled a combactant vision On a freedom day Oh child sacrificed to the dew

[rlphkenny]

Oh child sacrificed to the dew Fight Oh dearest country of mine; the gun in my blood Fight With you I complete my song With your dust I give life Within my heart is my nation Multiplied or nationalized for your explosion Amongst the details leaning on water It breaks The boundness of my heart forgotten with every quince that breath Oh Ahmad Araby Search not a siege to identify the killers