Night, guitar and a cup of coffee

And the river sweeping up its waves

Between this and that, I have emotion

Darling thing never can be forgotten

Some of birds were going sleep.

And night blows its breeze coolly  

While the vision of the stars turn aside

Enormously its shadow touched down

A moment comes as if a revolted tyranny

Once an echo staved off my emotion

Meanwhile it was too dark feeling disturbed

I picked up my stuff to welcome the desert

Thrown my suitcase, I set up a fire

And the blues covered me from all sides.

Remotely it comes as if a Newton apple

A moment my desire was declined

I passed asking the moon what was defined.

It clavately turned as if it had eclipse

And runs as if it had inevitable journey

By God, what happens to my mind?

Deserted only my thick hear I scratched

Nevertheless of all these amusements,

My feet dragged me to trapping

I stood as an angle of attack ascending.

The moment of curse I stopped

And as a retreating oneself I hastened       

No, Iraq must not be divided

  No, Iraq must not be divided

Across history Iraq is united

You the politicians are dismantled

You the voices I hear selfishly shouted

Keep peace or shall we turn revolted

You can't do that only over our corpses

To redeem our Home, we mount our horses  

From north to south, we are one clapped hand

Viva to you country you may lively stand.

Nevertheless, we are sects or factions,

Our nation voice is one at hard missions.

Thou who claimed the victor in division,

You are monkeys out of any function.

My heart is with those poor everywhere

Thou country must always take care

A digital morph ever has a unique tune.  

As a pot never stands on one stone

O, my Iraq, let our dead tear out their shrouds

Tigris and Euphrates yet to thy deed are proud.

Nay, the country of honour still undivided

Eye! Every palm tree shall be frustrated

Aye, every stone shall be violently enraged

O, those, who, want their sway to be wide!

To which part can you stay if Iraq leads to divide?

Iraq is one Home having similar countryside

The same traditions of generosity and pride

Iraq is the core of sun that gives us light

The scythe of farmer glows optically bright.

The wristwatch never I put it back

O, my country: live long as a flying hawk.           

sorrow

Sorrow

I tore up my sorrow

I removed my sorrow

Let it go up mountains

Let it a slippery slope and died

To be as a gliding tone then stopped

To be smoothed in the sun

To never has been aches

To never its worms pinches

Is sorrow touchable?

Indeed, there is sorrow

Everywhere there is abuse

Everywhere there is death

Everywhere there is birth

But there is no freedom

Even if the slavery has been dated up,

Yet it comes as a new fashionable red light

Somewhere its gaps drafted and marched

In the marshes it was immersed

With our water it was immersed

Can't it be drinkable?

I know that something is wrong

Perhaps something in this life is wrong

 Yet there is a swan song

Yet there is friendship and song

Yet neighbours to neighbours long

Let them burned the sun

But not to burn up our fashionable moon

       

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Everywhere

Everywhere

Your vision meets me everywhere

As a dawn breaks over my mansion

As a thicket walled with a shapeless wall

Once it comes as a multiple choice

Once it tickles my joints up to my arms

As I am feverish in amidst of winter

Yet I have tow letters to tell you

One is yours and other is mine.

And the clue of all these is time.      

Your vision comes up as a joyful music

Everywhere I listened as if deaf

But the murmur of leaves makes me awake

Suddenly it hesitated as if thick foams.

But I know, yet I know it is just dream   

Whence my destiny runs out of my passion

Once I cannot meet your eyes

Once you grow up large and educated

Yet I am just a hobbyist reader

Has been lost amidst of old papers

For what shall I read?

To which extent can I read?

Just a worthless human skippering at doors

O, the grief, let me shut up and never speak!

Since the flood never comes to my area

Am I dreamy? Or

 Am I a pensionable man?

No, I worked and still I work

My dream is to see blazing stars

Yet forgotten and diminished in our desert

As a stopless end of an old o'clock 

There the orchard of my life where you stop

There the moment of joy shall envelope

To be a wedding party for last years

Don’t disturb me again please

Your name is the bell jar of my time

"Nevertheless of all these"

Your vision meets me everywhere 

Elections & wrathful River

They will go election

To choose bad and mad,

They go election

For whom would they vote?

Deception

Monkeys never had exception

My coat further than bore had

Is it truly interruption?

Yes, it is a hard mission.

To choose who has a savage intention

But let it always intervention

To stop this mockable superstition

To whom is the mission?

Let's ten years burned under the sun

Let's a singed loaf of bread we eat

Just to live in dignity

To wear nothing

But to live proud

Our orchard has shattered walls

Our camel died

Iraq after occupation died forever

By their azure fingerprint

They would spot the freedom

O, my Tigris River

For what do you wait?

Are you sill humorous?

No, you may stop your waves…

You may cry and shout

Enough to be always sage

You may weed out the blight

You may flood again

To take away the heap of mud

To clear out the desert

O, the wrathful River

Root up the red-handed

Root up every prison they built

Root up their deceptive skies

Sweep away their houses and their livestock

To be clear out from Satan

Release the shackled hands   

Return each absent back to his mother.

*******     *******    *******

For a long time you haven’t flood

Flood it, don't be afraid

Flood it and release my poems

Flood it to purify the conscience  

Flood it, don't be lazy or laggard

And I shall sacrifice you by my life

Ask them…

Do they have a real decision?

Lining up they go election!

Ask them not to dance on thy waterside

O, my dreamy River

O, my sad River

O, the eternal River

You many not die

You inspire my freedom

You are a half of my life

You should never depart

Your tune should never die

And I shall wait you forever.   

A blind eagle

The blind eagle

Poem to children

Written by

Mohammad Mahmud Ahmad

Iraq – Mosul 

On day, we have a trip nearside the thicket   

Seeing a large eagle roaming over the forest  

Flies happily and stretched out its wings

After awhile we find a large nest

We were astonishing that one of the nestlings was blind

We tried to help him and carrying him to another side

Her mother attacked us suddenly and awfully

I feared the consequent since I was child

We hide ourselves between the thickets until her mother feeds him

Hardly can we see because of the place is dark and dim

One of us tied the blind nestling legs and we left back

We guess it has strong body although it is slim

The small eagle recovers and becomes happy 

We find that our journey was useful and lucky

The small eagle becomes our friend until to the fly is capable

Gratefully to us our good deed and flies proudly and lofty.

We must thank Allah who made this nature in our souls

The humanitarianism is one the essential Islamic rules       

We are Muslims and we follow our Prophet the most humanitarian 

And we can do every charitable deed as our religion calls     

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Million parts and he still alive

Million parts and he is still alive

Perhaps a loaf of bread in dignity

Perhaps as a human finding a shelter

Perhaps he would see his mournful daughter

Who she lost her a plastic doll

Let he himself could kill the idol

Between the alfalfas near the black hill

He lost her forever

He bought for her a bit of sugar

To himself, why am I hummer!

Her pink rose still cast away

Near the railway

Dimly and silently they went away

Without saying good by

And the guffawing children still nonchalantly

Monkey with their trifle Sun

Always they would mock at Fate

As if their mock sun laughs

In the part of their black Angel

A penny they have to buy bread

No shelter, no firebrand

Even the white-yellowy hen was killed 

In a stormy night staving their orchards

To whom would he answer?

To the gone away caravans!

Or to the tear still jailed in his eyelids. 

                           

All human things ترجمة للعربية

John Dryden (1631-1700)

A Satire upon the (True blue Protestant Poet T.S.):

All human things are subject to decay,

And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey:

كل ما لدى الناس آيل للفناء

وعندما ينادي القدر فلا للعروش من بقاء

This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, young

Was call'd to empire, and had govern'd long:

وفلاكنو هذا يشبه سابقه قيصر الشاب

دُعي إلى السلطة وحكم زمنا طويلا بعد غياب 

In prose and verse, was own'd, without dispute

Through all the realms of Non-sense absolute,

في كل نثر وشعر بلا جدال لم يكن له نِد

وعن كل خفي من أمور الممالك كان المطلق المستبد

This aged prince now flourishing in peace,

And blest with issue of a large increase,

هذا الأمير المُعَمِّر الآن عهده طمأنينة وسلام

وينعم في مسألة أنيِطت به كبيرة بين الأنام

Worn out with business, did at length debate

To settle the succession of the State:

أمتاز عهده بكثرة الجدال والنقاش

من أجل أن يوطد خلافة الدولة أصابه الانكماش

And pond'ring which of all his sons was fit

To reign, and wage immortal war with wit;

فتأملَ كثيرا ليجد من بين أبناءه كفئا يحكم الولايات

ليتقلد الحكم ويشنَّ حربا طويلة كلها فكاهات

Cry'd, 'tis resolv'd; for nature pleads that he

Should only rule, who most resembles me:

فصاح هذا من يدافع عن الحمى فيخلفني  

ولا ينبري للحكم ألا من هو شبيها لي

Shadwell alone my perfect image bears,

Mature in dullness from his tender years.

شادويل يحمل نسخة مني في ذاكرته

ناضجٌ في البلاهة منذ نعومة نشأته

Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he

Who stands confirm'd in full stupidity.

شادويل هو الوحيد بين أبنائي من يحمل صفاتي

وهو يؤكد بكل غباوة حرفيا لمفرداتي

The rest to some faint meaning make pretence,

But Shadwell never deviates into sense.

أما الآخرون فقد تظاهروا بقليل من معناها

لكن شادويل لم يزغ أبدا عن مغزاها

Some beams of wit on other souls may fall,

Strike through and make a lucid interval

بعض من نوابغ الفطنة ربما تتضاءل في نفوس الآخرين

لتتضارب فيما بينها متخبطة بين عقل وجنون بعد حين

But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray,

His rising fogs prevail upon the day:

لكن ليل شادويل الحقيقي ليس فيه ضياء

ضبابيته تسود على النهار كله حتى المساء

Besides his goodly fabric fills the eye,

And seems design'd for thoughtless majesty:

أضف إلى هيئته التي تملأ العيون لضخامته  

ويبدو أ نه معد ٌليكون سلطانٌ طائشٌ في رعيته    

Thoughtless as monarch oaks, those shade the plain,

And, spread in solemn state, supinely reign.

السلطانُ الأرعنُ كما البلوط الذي لا يُظلل كل المكان

ينتشرُ حُكمُه بشكل كسول علي مملكته الجليلة الأركان 

Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee,

Thou last great prophet of tautology:

هيود وشيرلي لم يكونا منك  ألا شيئا يسيرا  

وأنت القائد الملهم الذي يكرس الخلافة حرفيا

Even I, a dunce of more renown than they,

Was sent before but to prepare thy way;

ومع ذلك فأني  في الغباء أ كثر شهرة  منك

كنت قد أصدرتها مسبقا لأمهد السلطة لأجلك

And coarsely clad in Norwich drugget came

To teach the nations in thy greater name

وألبسْ زياً نرويجيا المصنوع من خشن اللباد

لتُعلم ْالشعبَ دروساً باسمك العظيم

My warbling lute, the lute I whilom strung

When to King John of Portugal I sung,

عودي الرنان الذي أوترتُه منذ سنين طوال

قد عزفت به عندما حكم الملك جون البرتغال  

Was but the prelude to that glorious day,

When thou on silver Thames did'st cut thy way,

ولم تكن سوى موسيقى تمهيدية عزفتها في ذلك اليوم البهي

لم تعبر نهر التايمز بعد وحينها كنت َ غضا ندي 

With well tim'd oars before the royal barge,

Swell'd with the pride of thy celestial charge;

أمام البارجة الملكية بمجاديفها الجميلة حينذاك كنت أرعاك

تبجحت بالزهو من أجل الأمر السماوي الذي أولاك

And big with hymn, commander of an host,

The like was ne'er in Epsom blankets toss'd.

في ضيافة قائد البلاط عزفَ النشيد وكنت كبير

فلا مثيل لك في دثار ايبسون قد تقلّبَ على سرير 

Methinks I see the new Arion sail,

The lute is still trembling underneath thy nail.

بدا لي وكأني أشاهد أيريون بشراعها الجديد

والعود يهتز تحت أظفرك باعثا لحنا فريد  

At thy well sharpen'd thumb from shore to shore

The treble squeaks for fear, the basses roar:

وإبهامك الحاد الجميل يتنقل بين أشواط تائهات

ألحان تتزايد أضعافا كجعجعة ذئاب بحر خائفات    

Echoes from Pissing-Alley, Shadwell call,

And Shadwell they resound from Aston Hall.

من زقاق بايسنك  صراخ شادويل هزَّ عاليا في صداه

 ومن صالة آستون يرددوه قد ألفوا ذكراه

About thy boat the little fishes throng,

As at the morning toast, that floats along.

أما عن قاربك فقد أحتوى سمكا قليلا

في الصباح يحمص منه من طفا طويلا 

Sometimes as prince of thy harmonious band

Thou wield'st thy papers in thy threshing hand.

 أحيانا تبدو كأمير لفرقة موسيقى متناسقة النغم واللون

لذا لن تكون كورقة في أيديهم يعصفون بها كيفما يشاءون

St. Andre's feet ne'er kept more equal time,

Not ev'n the feet of thy own Psyche's rhyme:

أقدام القديس(أندري) لا تكاد تتثبت طويلا باستقامة

ولا ميزان أشْعارِك الأسطورية تصِلُ إلى الهامة    

Though they in number as in sense excel;

So just, so like tautology they fell,

لذا فعُدتّهم لا تفرقُ عن عددهم كما يتوقعون 

كلها مجرد حشو كلام هكذا يشعرون   

That, pale with envy, Singleton forswore

The lute and sword, which he in triumph bore

هو الحسد المقيت بعينه قد دفع سنكليتون لقَسَمٍ كاذب

أدعى زورا أن السيف والعود جلبهما من نصرِ ساحق

And vow'd he ne'er would act Villerius more.

Here stopt the good old sire; and wept for joy

ولم يسبق له أن تعهّد كما تعهّد فاليروس قبله بسنين

إذ وقف وقفة شموخ وبكى من أجل سعادة الآخرين 

In silent raptures of the hopeful boy

All arguments, but most his plays, persuade,

وفي نشوة صامتة لصبي يتطلع لكل باب

رغم الجدال نالت معظم مسرحياته الإعجاب

That for anointed dullness he was made

Close to the walls which fair Augusta bind,

وفعلَ ذلك كلّه من أجلِ مَسْحِ الغم عنها

قرب جدران معرض أوكستا أو قريبا منها

 (The fair Augusta much to fears inclin'd)

An ancient fabric, rais'd t'inform the sight,

كان أوكستا يعد من المعارض الشهيرة ذات حين

يتضمن منسوجات قديمة ترتقي لجلب الناظرين

There stood of yore and Barbican it hight:

A watch tower once; but now, so fate ordains,

حصن منيع منذ قدم العصر واقفا  كان يُدعى:

 بُرجُ الساعةِ ولكن القدر قَضَي عليه فيما مضى

Of all the pile an empty name remains.

From its old ruins brothel-houses rise,

من ركام ِالماضي بقى أسما فارغا وحجارة

وعلى أنقاضه تم بناء بيت الدعارة 

Scenes of lewd loves, and of polluted joys

Where their vast courts, the mother-strumpets keep,

خلى المكانُ لمشهدِ حُبٍ فاسق ٍ وعَبث ٍ قذرٍ أباحَ لمحرمات

جعلوا من فناءاتهم  الواسعة مأوى للداعرات

And, undisturb'd by watch, in silence sleep.

Near these, a nursery erects its head,

قرب حضانة الطفل يلوذ بصمت وسكون

ينتصب شامخا بلا حرس أو عيون

Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred;

Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry,

حيثما تتوالد الملكات وخيول المستقبل ذات النسل العريق

  والراقصاتُ النواشيءُ يتعلمنَّ الضحكَ والبكاء

Where infant punks their tender voices try,

And little Maximins the gods defy.

حيث الأطفال الصغار يتعلمون بداية الكلمات

فتتنكر مكعبات الحساب الصغيرة لتلك المعبودات   

Great Fletcher never treads in buskins here,

Nor greater Jonson, dares in socks appear

فلا فلاشر العظيم يتاجر بالأحذية الجلدية الطويلة هنا

ولا جونسون الأكبر منه يجرؤ بمتاجرة الجوارب علنا 

But gentle Simkin just reception finds

Amidst this monument of vanish'd minds:

لكن سمكين الوديع وجد حجرة للاستقبال هناك

بين جنبات النصب الخالي من كل عقل وأدراك

Pure clinches, the suburbian muse affords;

And Panton waging harmless war with words.

عناق طاهر جلبه وحي القروي من صرعاته

بينما بانتون شنَّ حرباً مهلكةً بسيل كلماتِه  

Here Flecknoe, as a place to fame well known,

Ambitiously design'd his Shadwell's throne.

وهنا يسعى فليكوني ليجعل من شادويل رجلا مشهور

وبحماس أعدَّ  لصاحبه عرشا بين القصور

For ancient Decker prophesi'd long since,

That in this pile should rein a mighty prince

 ومنذ القدم تنبأ ديكير زمنا طويلا بعقل سوي

في هذا الركام سَيمسَكُ بزمام ِ السلطة ِالقوي