Notice sad

A poem by the poet Sabah Al-Hakim

He visited me one evening

A sweet singing bird

He started singing in longing

I said, “What’s wrong with you, bird of the sky?”

I fall asleep to the sounds of crying

He said: I know...

I have come to wipe away the tears from your eyes

And to give you a thread of Dia

I said while my heart was drowning in sorrow

Stay away from me if you touch my wound

You will iron and then iron

You will see nothing but affliction

He said I am in love with you

Leave me alone among your pains

May she hear my voice

Misery avoids her

I said: You will definitely suffer from my torment

And my wounds are the grass of my eyes

She falls asleep crying

He said: Oh my mermaid, no, I will not leave.

I will give you eternal tenderness and purity

So let me go among your shadows

I only want to heal the wounds

So accept, the garden of my pulse

And give my heart hope

I said: I am afraid that today will touch my rose

She is in Rawdat Al-Safa

I understand what you are experiencing

You are complaining

From the bliss of estrangement

So you came to me today

You pick the sweetest fruits

You drink the sweetness of my cups

Then you forget me and do not ask about me

When the epidemic hits me

You, do not please my heart

Just like my flowers

And the autumn of life has come in your land

He said: Please have mercy on me

And hear my heartbeat

She cries like a flute

You are the bird of my heart, my melody and my singing

You are my dawn when it blooms

You are the candles of the evening

I said: Leave me alone

You came to entertain my heart

Then I was thrown into the air by shrapnel

He became athletic

He sings in my evening and morning

Carrying zygotes

My heart is still drowning in the darkness of sadness

Oh, how he misses the stars in the sky

Perhaps she would give him a necklace from Sanaa

He approached me a little

He distanced himself after the meeting

Then he didn't know about me...

All the roses of wishes

And I alone suffer

The alienation of the soul, my tears, and the trouble

A poem by the poet Muhammad Darwish

Greetings and a kiss

I don't have anything to say yet

Where do I start...and where do I end?

And the duration of time is without limit

And everything in my exile

Zawada, containing a crusty loaf, was found

And a notebook containing some of what I carried

I spat into its pages the hatred that bore me

Where do I start?

And everything that was said and what will be said the day after tomorrow

It does not end with a hug...or a touch of a hand

The stranger does not return home

It doesn't rain

Feathers do not grow on

The wing of a lost bird... sighing

Where do I start?

Greetings.. and a kiss.. and after

I say to the radio... Tell her I'm fine

I say to the bird

If you come across it, bird

Don't forget me, and say fine

I'm fine

I'm fine

There is still sight in my eyes

the moon is still in the sky

And my old dress, which has not disappeared until now

His limbs were torn off

But I fixed it and it's still fine

I became a young man around twenty

Imagine me being twenty years old

You have become like a youth, mother

I face life

I carry the burden as men carry

And I work

In a restaurant and washing dishes

And I make coffee for the customer

And put smiles on my sad face

Let the customer be happy

I'm twenty years old

You have become like a youth, mother

I smoke tobacco and lean against the wall

I say to the sweet one, oh

As others say

My brothers, what beautiful girls

Imagine how many times life is

Without them life is bitter

My friend said, “Do you have a loaf?”

My brothers, what is the value of man?

If he sleeps hungry every night

I'm fine

I'm fine

I have a brown loaf

And a small basket of vegetables

I heard it on the radio

Everyone said we are all fine

Nobody is sad

So how is my father?

Didn't he still love the remembrance of God, as he always did?

And the children, the dirt, and the olives

How are my brothers?

Have they become employees?

One day I heard my father say

They will all become teachers

I heard him say

I'm hungry to buy them a book

No one in my village deciphers a letter in a speech

How is our sister?

Did she grow up and a suitor came to her?

How is my grandmother?

Isn't she still sitting at the door like she used to?

Call us

With goodness, youth and reward

How is our house?

And the smooth threshold, the entrance, and the doors

I heard it on the radio

Homeless letters to the homeless

they are all fine

But I'm sad

I'm almost consumed with doubts

The radio did not carry any news about you

Even if it's sad

Even if it's sad

The night, mother, is a hungry, murderous wolf

He chases the stranger wherever he goes

What have we gained, mother?

Until we die twice

Once we die in life

And once we die when death

Do you know what that fills me crying

I fell ill one night and my body was sick

Does he remember the evening?

An immigrant came here... and did not return home

Does he remember the evening?

An immigrant who died without a shroud

Oh willow forest, will you remember?

That which they threw under your sad shadow

Like anything dead human being

Do you remember that I am human?

And you protect my corpse from the crows

Mother, mother

Who wrote these papers?

Any mail going carries it

It blocked the path of land, seas and horizons

And you, mother

And my father, my brothers, my family, and my comrades

Maybe you are alive

Perhaps you are dead

Perhaps you, like me, have no address

What is the value of a human being?

Without a homeland

Without knowledge

And without an address

What is the value of a human being?

What is the value of a human being?

Without a homeland

Without knowledge

And without an address

What is the value of a human being?

Poem by poet Elia Abu Madi

He said: The sky is gloomy and gloomy

I said smile, it is enough to frown at the sky

He said the boy was gone, so I told him to smile

Regret will not return to childhood

He said: Which was my sky in passion

My love became hell for myself

She betrayed my vows after I took possession of her

My heart, how can I bear to smile at you?

I said I would smile and be happy if I compared it

You spent your whole life in pain

He said that trade is in a huge struggle

Like a traveler, thirst almost kills him

Or Ghada is paralyzed and in need of blood.

And it spits out blood whenever it gasps

I said smile, you are not the one who brings her disease

And heal her, if she smiles, perhaps

Is anyone else a criminal, and you stay in me

Glory be to Him, as if you had become the criminal

Al-Adi said around me, their cries became louder

I am captured and the enemies are around me in a fever

I said smile, they didn't ask you to insult them

If you were not among them, greater and greater

He said the seasons have shown their signs

She exposed me in clothes and dolls

And I have a necessary obligation for my loved ones

But my palm does not have a dirham

I said smile, it is enough for you that you are still there

Alive, and I am not one of the destitute loved ones

He said, "The nights, I got sick with gall."

I said, "Smile even if you take the balm."

Perhaps someone else saw you chanting

Cast aside the gloom and sing

Turks gain sheep with a dirham

Or do you lose spoils by being jovial?

Dude, don't risk that on your lips

They become bruised, and their faces become shattered

Laugh, for the meteors laugh and the darkness

Volatile, and that's why we love stars

He said that joviality does not make anyone happy

He comes to the world and goes forced

I said smile as long as there is between you and the response

An inch, you will no longer smile