Neoclassical Arab poetry\ Al-Barudi\ translated
poems
The Egyptian poet
Mahmud Sami al- Barudi
1839- 1904
Why does al-Barudi consider the pioneer of the renaissance of modern Arabic
Poetry?
This research
contains:
A- Introduction
B- Analyses
C- Biography
D- Sample of chosen
translated poems by me
A- Introduction:
Renewal in poetry is
not provided just to create the new and the new only but it is either to add or
to polish the classic poetry to give a shiny poetry verse keeps pace with the
new era and does not ignore the past.
The renaissance in
modern Arabic poetry began at the beginning of the ninetieth century, the era
of knowledge movement, the time of new discoveries and innovations, the era
when the Arabic man for the first time wanted to be librated in his thoughts to
escort closely the development of the world. In one word, it did begin at the
end stage of the Ottoman Empire 's ascendancy on
Arab region.
The eco factor, no
doubt affects on the poet and for instance, the nomadic person does not say
poetry as the civilian one, and likewise the farmer perhaps his poetry slightly
differs from the universal student.
No doubt, the farmer
will talk about the tools of the tillage or about the crops, and the student
perhaps talks about the pen and his girl friend, and it maybe the farmer knows
for example the different names of the natural herbs that the student never was
acquainted with.
So far from the
above examples, of course Arabs before the ninetieth or eighteenth century do
not see the car, the computer, or the airplane.
Before the Islamic initial
era and after Islamic era the Abbasids dynasty and the Umayyad dynasty, Arabs
have simple life, living in desert and most of them are nomadic people.
So normally, poet of that time would explain
his surrounding environment and for instance, he would describe elaborately his
camel- the poet of nowadays cannot do
so- the desert, his sword, his javelin, the battles he fought, the birds he saw
in the early morning in his way when he went for hunting and the wild animals
he hunted.
In addition, forever and ever, he might not
rebel about his normal tradition and he might explain notably these things
through his poems, such as the honour, the honesty, the courage, guarding of a refugee,
honoring and offering a good hospitality of the guest and so on.
Poets of pre Islam
for example normally incited to start their poems by stopping near the ruins of
their beloved, to cry honestly upon their beloved remnants, to remember their
good times.
The cause possibly
is illustrated as:
Perhaps those pots
are in love with more than one girl, or the traditional customs in that time
overcame upon daughters' fathers not to marry the daughter for a poet who was
in love with her.
Moreover, she was engaged to
her cousin, or her father opposed who asked his daughter's hand, especially if
the suitor is a strange man or from another tribe, even so and after the
beloved died, the poet possibly kept with his obligation considering this
loyalty as a scared thing.
The traditional
feature in the classical poetry as it was familiar that the poem was initiated
by crying and weeping near the lovers' ruins, gradually was going to be dated
and to be obsolete. Now rarely can we see the modern Arabic poetry is going to
imitate the normal pattern of the old poetry of pre Islam in starting poems
with crying upon lover ruins.
B- Analysis
Although many researches and critics
discussed lengthily this matter but I want to shorten it in a few details.
1- To revive the
literature this is by no means to neglect or cancel the role and the origin of
the classic literature but to transfer or rebirth the classic poetry to be
compatible with the modern one.
Al-Barudi for
example used the word train instead of camel as the camel was considered the
only device for travel at old time.
2- Al- Barudi as
usually is referred to -The master of sword &pen- managed successfully in
what we often called (The poetic diction) which it is parallel to Philip
Sidney's hexameter.
3- We can touch a
special successful tendency in his poetry in that he harmonized between the
archaic words and for instance, the pigeon is the child of the grove, the sea
bird is the daughter of the water, and the rooster is the crested one.
4- Al- Barudi mainly
had contrasted in his own poetry with some of the well known classical poems
belonged to the Abbasid era or the Umayyad era, and really he was succeeded in
rephrasing the old poetry to be in a new dress.
This ability of
reviving the old to be new is accounted for him.
Lastly, I would like
to translate some of his famous poems in order to give the reader a virtual touchable
witness into Al- Barudi poetry.
C- Biography
He is the major general al- Barudi, the poet who
is descended from an old Circassian family of influence lived
at Damanhur
Al-Barudi grew up among a family of wealth and of
a society position whereas his father also was a major general in the Egyptian military,
took charge of as a governor of Barber and Dancalah cities in Sudan
Al-Barudi was one of Ahmad Urabi's revolutionary
chefs so was chosen to be a Minster of Defense then to be a Prime Minster
according to the revolutionists wishes.
His study:
Al-Barudi got his first education into learning,
reading and writing, memorizing the Holy Quran, learning the principles of
Arabic grammar, learning some of Sharia rules, history and arithmetic until he
completed his primary school at 1851 then the secondary then he entered the
military academy when he was at a twelve years age.
He was graduated from the academy at 1855 as a chef
sergeant and served directly in the Sultanic military.
His soul was yearning to the poetry from the earlier
period of his education.
His practical life:
After a period of graduation as a low officer, the
government appointed him at the Foreign Ministry and in 1858 he traveled for Istanbul
His familiarity with languages helped him to
charge of the responsibility of the secretary of the Foreign Affairs of his
country at Turkey
When al- Khedive Ismail ascended
the viceroy's throng of Ottoman Empire in Egypt
Al-Barudi felt that his new duty in the divan of
government was an annoying job and when he felt that his soul still long for
the military so he did many attempts and lastly was succeeded to return for
military at 1863.
Al-Barudi took
charge of the leadership of tow al- Khedive guardianship detachments and proved
a high qualification during the military campaign, which was sent to help the
Ottoman army, into subdual the turmoil that broke out at Crete Island in 1865.
In the midst
of the fierce war there, some of verses slipped out of his tongue describing
the battles he fought in, a poem, which is considered one of the poet's
wonderful still forever poems, which its opening is:
A slumber
took over eyelids' margins
Marching at
night gave vent to the horses' reins
Night would
spread its wings boastfully
Over the
small hills and mountainy ground
Eye cannot
distinguish but to see only—
A glimmering
of fire raised up and downed
Al-Barudi
transferred from one job to another into the al-Khedive's government
then he returned for military, and when the war between the Ottoman Empire and Russia broke out, the Egypt
After
al-Barudi showed his bravery in the mentioned battles, he was blessing with a
sublime badge of honour and the rank of major general.
Al-Barudi was
one of the champions of the successful- revolution against al-Khedive Tawfiq
that held by Ahmad Urabi and here at this occasion he held over the charge of
Prime -Minster until May 1882 when he was excelled with the other revolutionists
to Colombo city in Serendib
Island- (Sri Lanka
In his exile place,
he said many homesick poems describing his pain, his misery, his indescribable
yearning and torture to his family and to his country, moreover his wife was
died still he was imprisoned, and he met the edge of torture when his health
became worst after his sixty years old.
When he was
delivered out of exiling place, his glamorous delight was incredible and he
chanted the "Chant of Return".
Is it Babylon or Egypt
I see eyes
replaced the "charm" had been.
D- Translation
of the significant al-Barudi poems:
MMA- the
Iraqi translator
Many of
Al-Barudi poems tell concretely us about his misery condition and his homesick to
his country after he was exiled to Serendib, and his condition became worst especially
when the news came to him informing him the death of his wife and his larger
son Ali, while he was still at his exile place.
1- Poem 1: He
said it at a prison illustrating his unendurable pain as he was cut off
relation with any friend or family, and it explains his dark view complainants,
briefly to say, that he was jailed between four closed walls.
Passion
wore me out, yet afflicting with sleepless
Delusions
overcame, so my life going distress
Never
the darkness of night giving rout
Nor
the daybreak comes out
No
sociable friend hears my compliant
Out
of any news or a vision, I am being derelict
Between
walls and closed door, I got racks
A
door whenever the jailer moves, it cracks
A
jailer there steady goes ready to hear
At
any slight movement he comes near
When
I intended any purpose to be done,
Dark
would say, Stop! Don’t turn
When
I looked for anything, I do want
Nothing
I did find, nor did my soul halt
A
darkness never it has glimmering star
But
it has a night breathing the sparks far
O,
soul, be patient until you secure your case
Tolerance,
no doubt, is the key of success
Our
life is just a bit of breaths no long will wait.
A man
wherever he goes is the captive of his fate.
2-
Poem 2: The poem also was said at a prison disclosing the yearning and the deep
passionate soul of the poet when he got tortured and unhealthy conditions.
It
reveals the complaining of his exiling sufferance.
Is not there any physician to
heal the passion malady?
An ill man still has a deep
sorrow living sleeplessly.
Yet the yearning bestowed him
in one breath to be survived!
Alas, the separation extends
over until his last breath is faded.
A
deep pining sorrow eats me from down
Woe!
I was eaten by grief and homesickness in this town.
I
bear patiently even if my soul is so far pitiful
Tolerance
tires out soul even if to love is tolerable
No
intimate friend is in Serendib to refuge I borrow
No
sociable thing I have but my deep-savaged sorrow
Poem
3: This is in erotic poetry, in some verses of this poem, he imitated the
ancient traditional poetry and as I think, he borrowed the dialectic soul of some
verses of a certain old poem.
You, who overstepped the bounds of blame, take it easy.
Are you a humane more to my liver malady?
Please, leave me out of your blame, if you
are enough witty
Within love, blame is considered as a part
of a jealousy
Besides love has dreadful pain, perhaps I
tend to be satisfied.
But I don’t satisfy in what speech
bouncing from side to side.
If anybody has sharp-mind that leads him for right,
None will blame others just to be delight.
Avoid the passion out of my heart if you
had a power
My gratitude then is for you forever and
ever.
If not, do not reproach me and let me going as I shun
I am the man who controls neither on himself nor in his passion.
The girl whom I in love with, her love veiled
my sight
As my soul was covered with a thick veil
of night
To earn her favour I got enmity with all
my relatives equally.
They turned foes after they were to me
close cordial family.
They said he fell in love with another one
to avoid his painful hurt
Never the saddest pain will come out the
affectionate heart
I replied never I want a lover other than
her certainly.
Allah doesn’t create at all tow hearts in
one body.
Poem 4: This poem also was said at his
exile place explaining the misery and the sufferance of poet's soul. It dose
disclose his visionary profound soul which almost is yearning to catch a ray of
hope.
A
faint sound took away the sleep from my eyes soon.
As it
was embodied in a vision, visited me at dawn
I
asked my eyes to know what my ears hared!
It
said to me, perhaps I can interpret the mystery code!
Then
it perks up to be as an alert bird!
It
did captivate sight and hearing once more
Once it was perching over a bough,
Lively
it shook up flutteringly its wings
As a
flickering heart did remember optimist news
Never
will it be settled, awake! Day and night
Once
its breath calms, it turns upset again
The
bough would move it up or down, as it wants.
As a
kicking ball, the rod casts it away
What
curses him while he is sound living at peace!
To
turn one's eye unless he is fearful and wary!
When
it went up it slept at a smoothed green place
And
once went down, it watered or picked up a grain
O,
bird, indeed, you scared my beloved vision.
That
gave me a pleasant hour at dawn.
Darkened-
eyed as a gazelle when she glanced.
Likewise
a shiny picture of a full moon ascending up
Right
after her visions left me methinks lonely…
Yen
comes then until I am mournful and sleepless
Does
a blessing year come again when in need?
Perhaps
from her coming back vision we are inhaled!
Poem
5: The elegy poem about his wife
Death's hand, no triggers
excluded, unless it examined
All
of glowing furnaces in my heart it emplaced
It enfeebled my resolution even if it is tolerant
It destroyed my figure even if it is a javelin like
I didn’t know whether I was taken suddenly—
or it was an arrow stabbed me in my chest
A matter makes my eyes shedding abundant tears
Flowing over my cheeks as a reddish strawberry
I didn’t expect that I am a weak against life's
destiny
To be its victim, then it enfeebled my entire body
I am afflicted with sorrow until I was faded
For a visitor who visits me I am not identified
I do ask the help of the sigh while it is scorching
Meanwhile I sipped my tear and it is abundant
Never my agony will leave the heart to be calmed
Never my hand is capable to return a lover who
departed
O, time:
For what do you torment me taking away my wife?
She was my breath and the precious jewel of my life
Mayest
are not a pitiful with me after her departure!
Won't
you keep merciful with my sons as a helper?
Sleepless because of their pain when turn
unaccompanied.
Sore-eyed shivering livers, they stayed
They
cast out their jewels after their mother got dead.
By
their tears adorned their necks, to be jewels instead
Poem
6: This poem also was said in homesickness after al-Barudi departure of his
country to be one of the participant leaders who took part with the Ottoman
Empire into its battles with the Russian and especially at Bulgaria
The
last verses of the poem, which dealt with the description of nation there, I do
not translate them.
You
are the ever shelter to me when I am in trouble
O,
my country my yearning to you is indescribable
My
patience, O, do my sleep I cannot borrow
Ah!
They were entrapped in my sorrow
No
arriver delivered news to me since I departed
No
post was sent perhaps that I got delighted
I
am alone being far away of my sociable people
To
be striven for loyalty perhaps going to topple
Is
not there any returning to who was remotely grieved?
Is
not there any carrier of swift dispatch to be arrived?
Doth
the bygone time turn back to be a truth again?
Is
it possible the tasty days for another time return?
I
went on satisfying myself into a time was bygone
But
the old thing perhaps is changed to be a new one
To
remember the ancient time is just to be devoted
It
is the gratitude right of joyful youth to be honored
It
is by no means that was died, is considered lost
The
lost is who vainly into living distantly does accept
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