Afrasianet - Zakaria Shahin - A bridge for the sorrows of water.. On the anniversary of the departure from Beirut and the massacres of Sabra and Shatila.. The departure was by ships used to transport cattle!!!
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Beirut Farewell to Lovers
For our exile the taste of death
And for the memory of the tragedy of Zagharid
We crossed Beirut the bridge to the sorrows of the water
And the time was iron
He is infiltrating us. And the Taghut surrounds us.
And strip us of the last barricade
The last bomb
The last of Beirut
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But the godfather and before dawn
The vision has come to him. We enter into islands
Other countries we may rule
We are the Talut descendants
We have to move in the face of the victors
And if the godfather gives us permission. We will go
Our peers. The stage would like to swallow all our guns.
But the toughness of our leader
You allowed Al-Nasr to flutter flags over the heads of the knees
And we said goodbye to Beirut
Our guns were writhing in shame.
Sailors' bags over the shoulders
Farewell. It was bullets. We were apostates..
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But the godfather
And after we won the first victory in Beirut, we lost it.
He recommended us with the waves
He went further in confirming his will
And remember that the second creation is also
ride the wave
We have been filled with the panic that is drawn on the outskirts of our camp
When the voice of the command came to us
The Godfather ... The leader has given permission to leave and we will leave
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We left
While Sabra was the lover
She slits the first half of the dress
As for the second half
So we sewed her braid with it.
And guide us above the waves
We raised the witness and the middle insignia for victory
And we were defeated.
But the leader said, "Victory." So we obeyed..
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The Mark of David is guarding us
It is as if psalms were said to the commander
Replace your sword with a plow!!
So the people ... The commander said, "Come on." So we obeyed.
We had to do it.
The leader when he addresses us
He was urging the one of us
To raise victory badges.
The masses of the revolution are waiting
I prepared a reception that suits us
So we obeyed !!
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We sheltered the astronomy
Slow down our leader Saria Al-Mid
We are the circle
We are running out of time
Narrowing of the circle
Shoulder to shoulder
and the badges are clear.
We were corpses.
He kidnaps us to the top of the table
And the cup is fiery water
And the fountains of death are blood.
And gulls that await us in sadness
And the whisper adds to the whisper. Awe and the unknown
And our guns are blocked
And the eyes are closed. And the heart is fragments.
And fog enveloped us
And the horizon is like the secrets of the coffin
A sky that looks like stones on the grave
The grave dives into us without evidence
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We are awakened by the whisper of a woman in the knees who captured Waleed
I whispered through the breast milk he wondered
Men in mule ships?
We asked the leader what??
We understood and Glenn
He stared at the woman
Breastmilk sprinkled with estrus
The woman's son rose up
And it came out
Breast milk has been cut off
So the son of the woman in secret
Come on the horizon and we will shake victory
Our defeat!!
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The wave suddenly rose
Captain of the grave.
The leader said this
Joy for a moment. We said
The wave washes away our sins. It will cleanse us.
Captain Lamar
Like the Cemetery Sheikh
Wait for the dead. And for the commandment.
He is distracted by the waves. He wishes that the wave had a woman to invite him to the evening.
Red Soirah
And the moon is full. And a wolf is inside it.
Howling in the eyes
And the trembling of the lips reveals his words
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The shrouds of the people
And it was over the shoulders
In the form of bags for sailors
The sailors' bags were empty. Except for those who shone the eyes of the martyrs.
The leader's thighs swelled.
He told us the promise and she said to the homeland the martyrs
He said we continue
She said what did we leave for our defeat
If the insistence is another departure ?
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Here we are men in mule ships
And for a commander to raise victory badges
A man fiddgetes in us
He was sewing for his gunpowder store Kafta
Holding a knife
Inscribed above the toe is a memory of the departure of
He thinks about how he will pour the toe of his gunpowder
Like a shepherd's stick
Sheep will be smashed
And scares the children with it
And he may whip a woman who rejects him
Or dance and hang that sole between the invitees
The crowd is like the invitees.
Prepare speeches
And platforms with flags on them
Ceremony Sergeant Prepare the Words
The poet ...
Tighten the rhyme of weights
Darwish of the party in remembrance
It will come with embers
and with incense
And the zar will be ignited. And the Lord of women will praise the victors.
We and Beirut ... A Distance of Love
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Shyly, his eyes were watching his palm
We are the victor
It strips us of the last thing in Beirut
Bullets..
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The woman is silent
And the commander is hiding on the back of the deceased
The logic of his treachery
And his stick points like a sword to the horizon
We are blessed with the crowd waiting on the beach
By standing the women of the bars
Night cities
We are the victors... we obey !!
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We still remember how we gathered before the arrival of the grave
And our leader
Sharing and Captain Compass
Half of the body disperses us
And half of the destination
We don't know when the sun sets and where the sun is shining
The twinning of the moment keeps pace with the gulls of our wounds
We remember...
We were a swarm of cats that were going east chasing us foxes
We carry the pains of history. We dream of the homeland. Palestine
On the alabaster of sight
The Mediterranean is calm in our ribs
I danced fearfully.
And the castle in Acre is majestic
And on the mother of decorations we stood
We were the last high in the universe.
And the universe was repeating our wishes
Descends to the depth of the flutes
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The cries of the commander wake us up
Leads secretly to the captain of the grave
The Apostle advances us
Sea ruins
The people are in a hurry
And the land is fleeing to the dead bodies
And the guide of the people was struggling with his cry
you lie
The mountain howls like the wolf of the commander
Mourning on horseshoes
And when the master is eager... Time catches butterflies
The East is still far away.
And longing is far away
And the squadron lands on the cypress
And the rain is flowing
So we formulate hearing,
Two girls are machines that devour the cypress trunk .
The cypress falls
As a woman unraveled a man's virginity
I surrender his legs.
And through the checkpoint from the end of Beirut
And the last barricade, the last bomb.
And gla.. shame...
He threw the bullet casing
And the last arrow in his sleeve
And the sword is like the sheath
And he gave the heritage of the kingdom
And the violence of the moment.
The first words
A as Y
Confused in the language
Explanation in the preserved tablet
When a martyr stopped him near the barbed wire, he asked for permission .
I'm in a hurry.
The executioner was approaching to shake his hand with the whip
giggling
He draws the shame of victory in his forehead
He addresses him ...
In the tenderness of the whores of the broth and he orders him
Raise victory badges in the witness and middle
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The waves lie a little
We hear the clamor of the invitees, and our leader is in charge of explaining the apostasy
He said
That our cause is like a lifetime of stages.
He said that the stage is latency and preparation for what is to come.
and dialogue
This world doesn't understand the language of war
So creation flies from it
And reveal the hidden of our scandal
The peace of the brave is sung for that.
We took in the room,
When the gunpowder belt is hanged
And the keffiyeh shook to the middle
And the soles are still shattering on sheep
And the poet even before the knees arrived
He will sing the rhyme of the weights
And the stars of the leader shine on the shoulders
Bullets shining over the treacherous pouch
Temporal allergy
He grimaces frantically about his fangs.
Hidden by the gums of a camel
His eyes are wolves
The body of a fisherman who made a mistake in aiming is devoured.
His mouth is devouring a moon
Sun falls in the room
And the cup is fiery water.
And the fountains of the wave are blood
A child's song choked by the voice.
A camp that sleeps without guerrillas
And lies a wave that does not rise
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Get drunk.
Fajr prayer
You break the urgency of awakening in it
And when the whisper came to him with a scream
For the minaret the corpse
For the Rabbi's Prayers
And for the gunpowder ceremony
For the shroud is the soul...
And tambourines for the prostitute necklaces we make
From the walls of our camp
The wall no longer accommodates the statements of the martyrs.
There was only a moment of anxiety left.
(Saturday) on which the rabbi will call us
To the Promised Land
Our visions are mixed
So we will be planted on barbed wire
Our lips picked up the thorns of the cactus
We bleed... from the time of the cavalry
When all the liberation armies lined up... And we said
For the homeland, the nation.. they said..
The fox has his nap.
To the howl of the wolf in the caravan,
And for the deceased, and they point to us!
A sword to the neck.
A hammer for the shoulder bones.
Abortion for the following.
A stone that crumbles before it is born.
The wind will blow its remnants...
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Still the Commander
Despite the exclamation of victory... Our defeat
It is divided by width and length.
He swears by the honor of the murdered
We don't have the right to report
And we understand the state.
How is the revolution?
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We were and the one was breaking the waves
The boundaries of our Fedayeen were collected before the death of the one
We are still raising victory badges.
A bridge to the sorrows of water...
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Don't spill my blood between the fields.
And on the steps of the Dalouna prisoner.
When the rain comes, it is fertile and growing.
From the book of Da'lona
Now !!
Now we have to stand for a minute of silence
For the eyes of the martyrs
You stoned our spoils.
I have opened a window that all the bats of the night cross.
We live next to the death of the sea
Gaza extinguishes the ball of fire.
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- He's my moon.
Here is a greater God
And it got confused.
And Zion strips us of stone
In a child's forearm
From a burning cupboard
From a ....... dream
It takes us to the neighborhoods in Jaffa
And soar us above the stars of Carmel
May he hug Gerzim
They also spoiled us with fun and cute length.
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This is my moon.
It was a light with blood.
And pieces above the Ibrahimi Mosque
And in Al-Aqsa there is a massacre.
And there are the following...
It's a lot and it's hidden.
But in police uniform, they said.
We collect all their guns.
And so they march.
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I believed patience when her braid was sold
In Conference Markets
I leaned in the wound of memory
I saw them how they abandoned the genealogy of our streams
And they went on to portray our defeats. Victory.
In the witness and the middle
He comes to them when the police coffin follows the ark of the Lord.
Offering him the offering.
Palestinian.
He was shining his gunpowder.
Another hugs a stone from a house
It was destroyed by the missiles of the executioners
A child. He draws an anthem over the waves.
Knowing ...
The memory of a woman who kept weaving a slingshot.
By betraying it.
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It's confused.
The bridge still overcomes the sorrows of the water
And our country !!
You shine in the stage.
To become a starving body seller
In the markets of its crossings
She begs in the corridors of humiliation, and she was
In all the capitals of this country.
Reformulate the stage of apostasy
It weaves it from the veins of our fedayeen.
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our country gentlemen.. wonderful ...
Tear up. Scattered in a prison patch
A modern prison. A guard.
And a chief who waters the Lord of the Temple with wine. Or he is crucified.
Where the bird will eat from its head
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The sun is still with us.
From Beirut to the Diaspora.
Then a bargain in a capital that embraces snow whites
Because snow white
Like the color of a rag. He lifts it up defeated.
Discloses the language of the witness and the middle
When our defeat is a victory in the language of the age
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We're still watching.
How will the child make his grandfather's rosary from the olive fruit?
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We remember.
Sidon. And Sarafand
The Castle Children, the Museum
And Damour.. and the Martyrs of Naameh..
And we had designed...
Victory is ours.
Or fill this land with a certificate.
Then we passed the last stage.
We prepare for the dark in us, and it will come to us. ..
Through the witness and the middle
We fold the sails of our poems, our songs ,
And the songs of the Dabke, then Nabahi
Pride took us by sin
Our blood is colored like oil
We fill through bottles.
And we market resettlement, deportation, compensation
And the tombstones of the martyrs' cemetery. The mihrab is formed
Let's enter the Temple of Zion.
Does time fall asleep on this promise?
To bury water dreams?
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Now
Now. We have to silence yesterday's wound.
We can see what may be splattered from his blood.
And replant a spike that blooms in the field of the homeland in Yader.
Thyme seedlings.. we are looking for them..
And we will give her a wreath for a woman's forehead
The wedding of Palestine is woven on a dress...
Or a wave.
Or hope
Or joy badges
And hug the waves hard.
And we walk in the crossings of the coastal cities.
and the villages of Carmel .
And the flutes.. and Beersheba ...
We call to prayer over the walls in Jerusalem.
Beisan blooms.
and Tiberias.
Approaching the squares
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Ramla on time.
And we also blow the whistle of the Lod train.
And the mountain of fire embraces us.
He pours oil.. and our longing..
And Jericho.. do not fall into the committee..
Do not wither the mulberry trees.
And almond trees will bloom
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The Fashk still adorns the chest of our fedayeen.
from the door of the boy
Passing through the castle to the Khalisa.
This is the promise coming through the eyes of the sun
rainy clouds
This is my moon.
And the lemon blossom will guide a cloud of light.
Time is no longer iron.
He is intimidating us .
The deceased child has returned from Beirut.
And Canaan extends a sword to him .
And the phoenix shades him.
And he will cross the bridge of sorrows
To the dreams of water.
So that they sow our spoiled in the touches of the harvesters.
And sing.
Oh my country we are staying...
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