Do you know or do you not know

Do you know or do you not know

The intention of the poet Muhammad Mahdi Al-Jawahiri, entitled My Brother Jaafar, laments in it his brother Muhammad Jaafar, who was killed in the Battle of the Bridge, and says in it:

Do you know or do you not know... That the victims' wounds are mouth

A mouth that is not like the plaintiff in saying.... and not like another asking for mercy

He shouts at the hungry extremes, “Spill your blood, and you will be fed.”

And he shouts to the squatters, “If you insult your honor, you will be honored.”

Do you know that the wounds of the martyr remain in search of revenge?

Do you know that the wounds of the martyr of hunger heal what inspires them?

It sucks blood and then it changes blood... And keep insisting and feeding

So tell the resident to be humiliated.... A hybrid that harnesses or harnesses

intrude Damned, bullets whiz and try out what fortune swears

Take it as the forerunners fought it, and worship what the oldest opened

Either to where life appears to your eyes honored sheep

Or to something that was not…. May your dark house prefer it

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Damn it, what do you want... From living off his roses, you will be deprived

I am sorry that you are being despised... And kill that you are destitute

Get involved, who will go through the menon if the sullen sullen recovers

Interjection, who can blame the ventricle if someone like you does not interject

They say who are these rabble? So understand them with the blood of who they are

I understand that they are... Your servants if you let them serve

And you are more honorable than the best of them.... And your heel is more generous than his cheek

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My brother Jaafar, O watering spring, to a cold rot, be delivered

O flower from the gardens of eternity surrounded by a storm

Oh, a piece of the flames of life, it went out when Egypt came to an end

And oh the rise of mankind when it clears itself...and oh the laughter of dawn when it smiles

I would bite your wounds in a “hole”…..it is the pure Qur’an when it is covered

And I kissed your chest where the core of the heart is pierced and pierced

And where the sperm birds take refuge…. With it, she is frightened, hovering

And where the qualities of men have settled and their minerals are included in a mine

And I patted the cheek with the water of youth, as the bud blossomed

And I wiped a drooping tuft…. on him as the fined does

I justified myself by dissolving the pus, as I explained when Zamzam came.

And I licked some of the overflowing scum... with your mouth a witness that is sterility

And you compensated for my kiss with a kiss....with which I squeezed out everything that hurt

Memories that... It passed as sleep dreams

My brother Jaafar, if the years return after you, I have a vague echo

Thirty years we went to her together....we were tormented for a while and we were pleased.

We struggle forever and give up... and conquer sometimes and give up.

My brother Jaafar, I will inform you of the knowledge of certainty if you are inquiring.

You were struck down, and the hearts turned against you, and the great assembly feared for you.

The hallway was blocked, and there was no way out....and the path was narrowed, and there was no opening.

And the south conveyed to you the north, and comforted the afflicted, the ill-wisher with you.

The telephones cracked and clamored from the numbered lines.

You learned how men die and how a funeral is held for them

And how can the crowds be drawn to you as they are drawn to the Sacred Muharram?

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I laughed while the questioners grunted and heard what they grunted

They say die, and with the mourners other than what they claimed.

And you are healthy, as you wish…..and you are dear, as you know.

I laughed and said, "Congratulations to them...and they did not fabricate or stone you."

They want blood to heal…. The blind eye and leprosy

blood that rejects the faithful who reject it, the renegades and what they swore

And they seek blood for which hearts meet and reconcile.

Until you are true to their assumption…..you who are in debt

They are more worthy of you, so when it came down…..as a root over a number that is divided

And they are more worthy of you, even if you are terrified…..an old woman who is being beaten

And you disbelieve that the sky is no longer….

And a sister who slashes your pockets and a wrist is stuck in her chest.

The sparkle of the stars appeals to you, so that you may shine among them.

And you claim that the morning will come and the grave has belied what you claim

Let the country's nose and my nose be glorified by your loss and their nose is forced

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My brother, Jaafar, by the vows of brotherhood between us, I swear

And with tears after you, he does not bend.... and with sadness after you, he does not defeat

And loneliness overwhelms the house... like your grave asking if you would come forward

And the company and the family are surprised because you deviate from them

To the right, let the memories gnaw at you as the numbers gnaw at you

If a joyful ghost returns to me...a painful ghost confronts it.

I am a stick in the palm of the wind asking when it will be cut

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My brother Jaafar and the grief of grief... You will hold my pregnancy and you will not.

Remove the scum of conscience from your womb, and do not conceal it, and I will not conceal it.

If you have any reproaches... then I have many times more regrets.

And if you are in what we are tested with.... and we are not touched by a tight fate

You go out with an excuse that entertains a brother....you are the one who is the one who is the best.

Omar's juicer of various kinds is full as the lexicon is charged

It is what I can defend with...and it is not a bridling guard for me.

You shed the tears of youth, and the shrine was enlightened by blood