Poezii Pentru Palestina

[QURRAT-UL-AIN]

I WILL NEVER FORGIVE , I CAN NEVER FORGET

If I lay my head to the ground
I can hear how my pulse is beating
I can smell the scent
of a blood soaked soil
from all poor bleeding hearts
I can feel the river of tears on my face
from the deepest depth of my sorrow

If I lay my head to the ground,
I can hear all the scream of fear
I can smell the pain
before a sudden death
from a poor broken heart
I can feel the river of tears on my face
in the deepest depth of my sorrow

If I lay my head to the ground,
I can see the skies like blue velvet
I can see the stars as they watch me
Did the stars see the crimes
did the stars hear the echo of laments
can a star sense all the pain I feel
do the stars cry a river of tears
when they see why I do weep


I will never forgive I can never forget

[QURRAT-UL-AIN]

A DAY ON GAZA BEACH

A Palestine family with many children will spend
عائلة فلسطينية مع أطفال كثيرون سوف يقضون
a sunny day together on the Gaza Beach
يوماً مشمساً معاً على شاطىء غزة
To escape the hot sun the madness all the sadness
للهروب من حر الشمس الجنون كل الحزن
The most precious gift a mother and father
الهدية الأغلى التي يمكن أن تقدمها أم أو أب
on Gaza Strip can give to their beloved children
في قطاع غزة
إلى أطفالهم الأحباء
is a very special summer day on the beach
في يوم صيفي خاص جداً على الشاطىء
The parents all morning prepared how to make
الوالدان كل الصباح يعدون لجعل هذا اليوم
a day unforgettable filled with joy and play
يوم لا ينس ، مليء بالمتعة واللعب
Find out if the seashore still is the same
as last summer waves high enough to dive through
take a big deep breath of fresh air from the open sea
وليكتشفوا ما إذا كانت الأمواج على شاطىء البحر لا تزال كما كان في الصيف الماضي عالية بشكل كافي للغوص فيه وأخذ نفس منعش من البحر المفتوح
tiny suntanned body in bitter sea salt soothe
ليرتاح الجسم المسمر من أشعة الشمس في المالح العنيف
Like the seagull above make children feel so free
build secure fortified castles of wet sand
مثل هذا الجو البحري
يجعل الأطفال يشعرون بحرية في بناء قلاع محصنة أمينة من الرمل الرطب
celebrate the first day of the summer
ويحتفلون باليوم الأول للإجازة الصيفية
all family in a happy picnic on the beach
كل العائلة في رحلة سعيدة على الشاطىء

A bee will rest on his back and watch blue skies
أبي سوف يريح ظهره ويراقب السماوات الزرقاء
for just one day dream of a peaceful *********ure
فقط يوم واحد من الحلم الجميل بمستقبل سلام
for just one day on the beach will leave behind
forget all the misery on Palestine occupied land
فقط ليوم واحد على الشاطىء سوف يترك وراءه
وينسى كل الهموم في الأرض الفلسطينية المحتلة .

Then so suddenly a black Omen darkened the sun
ثم ، فجأة ، نذير شؤم اسود يجعل الشمس ظلاماً
a shadow fell across the waves a wild force now is casting
hard wet mud upon the shores the most evil is approaching
ظل يسقط عبر الأمواج ، قوة متوحشة واحدة الآن تسود طين أسود قاسي فوق الساحل ، الشيطان يعبر
torpedo missiles trespassed Palestine territorial waters
صواريخ توربيدو تخترق المياه الفلسطينية المحتلة
silenced the laughter sound of heavy machine gunfire
تسكت صوت الضحك بآلة حربية ثقيلة
killed another of these endless violent nights and days
قتلت آخر من أيام وليالي العنف هذه .
we will soon learn that on Gaza Strip no where to escape
في القريب سوف نعرف انه في قطاع غزة ليس هناك مكان للهروب
In a few seconds it happened death came without warning
في دقائق قليلة حدث هذا
جاء الموت بلا تحذير
taken by surprise so suddenly there were no breath no more pain
مأخوذون بالمفاجأة ، فجأة لم يعد هناك أنفاس
ليس هناك ألم بعد
live less bodies a shattered family covered in blood, mud and dust
أجسام قليلة بقيت حية في عائلة غطتها الدماء ، الوحل ، الغبار
Gaza Shore will never be the same the sun fast hide behind dark clouds
لن يعود شاطىء غزة أبدأ ، الشمس اختبأت بسرعة خلف الغيم الأسود .

A young lonely girl sits in the sand - She is calling her dead father.. Abeeeee
فتاة صغيرة وحيدة تجلس على الرمال – تنادي والدها الميت
Reaching for her fathers sunburnt hand
وصلت إلى يدي والدها المحترقتين من أشعة الشمس
Her name is Huda her voice is broken - so is her heart
اسمها هدى صوتها مكسور ، وكذلك قلبها .

This Israeli brutal crime on the beach of Gaza shoreline beyond all
imagination I have no more words I have no more tears
هذه الجريمة الإسرائيلية الوحشية على ساحل غزة تفوق كل تهجير
لا أملك كلمات أكثر
لا أملك دموع أكثر
I cannot comprehend, this crime is worse then my worst fears
لا استطيع أن أشتمل على نفسي ، هذه الجريمة أسوأ من أسوأ مخاوفي
The Israelis have murdered the family of a hard working Gaza farmer
لقد قتل الإسرائيليون عائلة مزارع غزي كادح
the Zionists have caused destruction In our world again
الصهاينة سببوا الدمار في عالمنا مرة أخرى
leaving to all of us deep open wounds and long lasting scars.
تاركين في كل منا جروح عميقة مفتوحة وندوب تبقى طويلاً

(in curand si traducerea)

[QURRAT-UL-AIN]

I WILL NEVER FORGIVE , I CAN NEVER FORGET

NU AM SA IERT NICIODATA , NU AM SA UIT NICIODATA

Daca imi asez capul pe pamant
Aud doar pulsul cum se zbate
Simt mirosul sangelui imbibat in tarana
Din inimile sarmane , zdrobite
Un rau de lacrimi imi inunda fata
Pornit din cea mai adanca mahnire...

Daca imi asez capul pe pamant
Aud tipete de frica ,
Simt mirosul durerii
Inaintea mortii subite
A unei inimi frante
Un rau de lacrimi imi inunda fata
Pornit din cea mai adanca mahnire...

Daca imi asez capul pe pamant
Ridic privirea spre cerul albastru de catifea
Stelele ma urmaresc
Oare ele pot vedea crimele ?
Oare ele aud ecoul bocetelor ?
Pot stelele simti durerea mea ?
Plang ele in rauri
De mila plansului meu ?


Nu am sa iert niciodata , nu pot uita niciodata ....

[QURRAT-UL-AIN]

I Want to Kill You War

I want to kill you war, forever,
not like a phoenix, that always comes back
I want to kill you war
and I don't know how
and I don't know why
all the people of the world
don't join hands
to kill you war --
you the greatest killer
of them all

The governors of the world
Go on feeding your fat belly
With fresh soldiers
And nuclear arms,
With blurring eyes
They only know how to hang
The murderers of the one or the two
But not you,
You the greatest murderer of them all.

After the carnage the priest said
"we are all responsible."
After the carnage the Sheikh said
"we all remain brothers."
After the carnage the Rabbi said
"we can stop it if we choose."
The priest and the sheikh and the Rabbi
Raise up their hands and look up to the sky

The peace marchers
Take hold of the slab of marble
On which is inscribed "we want to live not die"
And carry it away under the whizzing bullets
Like a corpse, still warm, still alive....
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Vreau sa te ucid , RAZBOI !!!


Vreau sa te ucid „RAZBOI” !
Nu ca pe phoneix , care mereu invie ,
Vreau sa te ucid „RAZBOI” !
Nu inteleg cum si de ce
Lumea intreaga
Nu.si dau mainile
Sa te ucida , sa mori „RAZBOI” !
Iar tu.i ucizi pe toti...
Guvernatorii iti hranesc stomacul
Cu soldati „proaspeti”
Si arme nucleare,
Cu priviri confuze
Stiu sa ucida oameni pentru o crima sau doua
Dar NU pe tine , NU !
”RAZBOI” , esti cel mai mare criminal !
Dupa masacre , preotii se aduna si spun :
"suntem toti responsabili."
Dupa masacru sheicii spun :
"dupa toate astea , ramanem frati."
Dupa masacru rabinii spun :
"putem opri totul daca vrem cu adevarat."
Preotii si sheicii si rabinii
Inalta mainile spre si privesc uimiti spre cer...
Cei ce marsaluiesc pentru pace
Tin lespezi de marmura : "vrem sa traim , nu sa murim"
Fara teama , sub vajaitul gloantelor
Ca niste cadavre , inca caldute , dar pline de viata .....

[QURRAT-UL-AIN]

The child and her diary

She wrote in her diary every night
When bullets passed by her window… she wrote
When Israeli soldiers killed her mother she wrote
She wrote of the horrors she sees
And the nightmares of flames and destruction
She the Palestinian child
Writes in her diary every night
To ease her enormous pain
To sedate her fears and nightmares
That little Palestinian child
Had died while writing in bed
From Israelis bulldozing her home
And now she lies in her tomb
Forgotten…as if she never existed
But her diary will carry on
The suffering of every Palestinian child
And now on her tomb Israeli children play
And sing with no worries of tomorrow
Where she once lived is confiscated
What are left from her family are refugees
And we continue to say
All humans are created equal!

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Jurnalul unei copile

Obisnuia sa adauge in jurnal , in fiecare seara
Pe cand gloantele.i zburau pe langa fereastra… ea scria
Atunci cand soldatii israelieni i.au ucis mama, ea scria
Scria despre tragediile ce.i apasau ochii
Si despre flacarile cosmarelor distrugatoare
Ea , copila palestiniana, scria in fiecare noapte in jurnalul sau
Ca sa.si alunge durerea neancapatoare
Sa.si imbete friica si cosmarele...

Ea, acea copila palestiniana
A murit....scriind in jurnalul ei...
Cand buldozerele israeliene i.au daramat casa
Iar acum sta tacuta in mormant
Uitata , ca si cum nu ar fi existat nicicand .
Doar jurnalul ei va duce mai departe drama copiilor palestinieni...
Iar acum , fara griji , copii ai Israelului se joaca pe mormantul ei
Si canta...
Terenul unde era casa ei e acum confiscat
Iar ce a ramas din familia ei sunt doar refugiati
Si inca spunem ca oamenii sunt egali !

[QURRAT-UL-AIN]

I'm a Palestinian


I'm from Palestine,
Every tree, every stone there is mine,
What do you think is my crime?

What sin have I committed?
A Palestinian and has been omitted,
My happiness, my rights have been limited,

Why blame me?
For killing and torturing is all I see,
Palestine will wait; fight till it's free,

My only crime is that I belong there,
Let them beat me, kill me, I don؟t care,
Israel, do what you want, for me you don؟t scare,

If I were a warrior, innocent people I will not kill,
In this they're perfect, that؟s their skill,
They will beat, shoot, hurt and still
I'm a Palestinian.



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Oh My Dear Palestine


You must never give up hope
You must continue to fight
until you are liberated
and free.
Although many nations may
rise against you
Allah Almighty is with you
giving you courage and strength
Even when your Arab countries
have turned their back to you,
closed their eyes and ears
and sit on their hands
doing nothing to defend you.
Please know that Allah Almighty
is watching them too.
You are a strong people,
a commited people.
Nothing shall come in your way
You shall overcome this war
and be liberated and free
one day
Oh my dear Palestine
how I love thee.
You will be free ........... Inshallah
Inshallah...INSHALLAH

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Palestine

Palestine the land of my beloved grandmother and grandfather
The land where their tears watered its soil
When seeing mothers being shot while feeding their infants
Seeing the heads of innocent children being smashed with the sticks they played with
Seeing their sisters getting raped
Seeing their elders being put in a house and left to burn alive
Seeing their fathers and brothers lined up and shot to death
Seeing their homes being destroyed
But what could these helpless little children have done, but to listen to their mothers, to take the keys of their homes and run away to safety
Days and nights of suffering passed, sleeping in caves
with no food or water
Until they reached a land, but it was nothing like their land But they had no choice but to accept their fate, with the hope of one day returning to their homes
That hope is still to this day with those Children who are no longer children, and all Their descendants
And the doors are waiting to be opened with the keys that have long been forgotten, so the souls of our ancestors could rest in peace
This is for the world to remember:
No one can take away from us
our identity,
for it is ours
Palestinians we were and shall always be !!!

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America Do You Remember ... ?

Do you remember fighting for your land, your freedom,
your liberty?
Do you remember doing everything and anything
to have this great land we call America?
To see "Old Glory" waving in the wind?
Well, there's a small country who's also fighting
for their land, their freedom, their liberty.
It is Palestine, and yes it is still a country
where the children have lost their parents,
their lives, their liberty.
Where their hopes and dreams have all
but vanished.
Today they are a people without
a country.
Many without homes and families.
Many waiting to return
Imagine this........
It is a country where the Olive trees
used to stand tall
now even they are leaning and weep
for thier land.
Where wives cry for thier husbands
and children who have been murdered
by those who want to take their land,
their lives, their freedom.
Where husbands watch as their
wives, their children nd their homes
are destroyed because of another's
greed.
Oh America how can you call these
people "Terrorist"
when they are only fighting for their
land, their homes, their families.
Is it wrong? Look at you
you have been blinded by others
as you turn your head
and sit on your hands and do
"Nothing"
Shame on you America
Oh America, I ask you
where is your compassion?
Where is your concern?
Where is your love for humanity?
If you are a nation that truely believes in God
then you will intercede and help bring peace
to this county called Palestine.
America hear my voice
hear me pleace
hear me !

[QURRAT-UL-AIN]

I'm a Palestinian

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Oh My Dear Palestine

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Palestine
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America Do You Remember ... ?

Sunt Palestinian


Sunt din Palestina,
Fiecare copac , fiecare piatra de acolo este a mea ,
Ce crezi , e vina mea ?

Cu ce am gresit ?
Esti Palestinian , si deci absent
Bucuriile , drepturile mele au fost limitate ,

Dai vina pe mine ?
Crime si tortura e tot ce vad ,
Palestina va astepta; si va lupta pana va fi libera !

Singura mea crima este ca apartin acestor lucruri ,
Lasati-i sa ma bata,sa ma ucida daca vor , nu-mi pasa !
Israel, fa ce vrei , pe mine nu ma sperii !

Daca eram luptator , nu ucideam oameni nevinovati
Privesc la perfectiunea lor , aici este talentul lor
Sa bata, sa impuste , sa raneasca si sa fure
Sunt doar un Palestinian.

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Oh , iubita mea Palestina


Nu trebuie sa.ti pierzi niciodata speranta
Trebuie sa lupti pana te eliberezi
Chiar daca multe natiunise ridica impotriva ta ,
Allah Atotputernicul este cu tine
Dandu.ti curaj si putere
Chiar cant tarile tale Arabe ti.au inchis usile
Au inchis ochii si urechile
S.au sprijinit pe coate si nu au facut nimic pentru tine...
Sa stii ca Allah Atotputernicul
Priveste si la ei...,
Sunteti un popor puternic ,devotat
Nimic nu o sa va stea in cale
Si o sa innabusiti acest razboi
Si intr-o zi o sa fiti liberi
Oh , draga mea Palestina
Cat te iubesc pe tine .
O sa fii libera........... Inshallah
Inshallah...INSHALLAH

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Palestina

Palestina , pamant al iubitilor mei bunici
Pamantul care a fost hranit cu lacrimile lor ,
Pamantul care a vazut mame ucise in timp ce.si hraneau copiii
Pamantul care a vazut capetele zdrobite ale copiilor nevinovati , zdrobite de betele cu care se jucau
Vazandu-si surorile batjocorite
Si fratii cei mari , arzand de vii in case...
Vazand fratii si tatii aliniati si impuscati
Vazandu-si casele distruse...
Dar ce ar fi putut face acesti copii,decat sa.si asculte mamele ,luand cheile casei , si fugind inspre un loc mai sigur
Zile si nopti pline de suferinta , dormind in pesteri, fara apa sau mancare
Pana la gasirea unui alt adapost, dar nimic ca cel pe care.l avusese ininte
Ce altceva de facut decat sa.si accepte soarta ? cu speranta ca intr-o zi se vor intoarce acasa
Aceasta speranta o poarta Copiii care nu mai sunt copii, si toti urmasii lor ,
Si usile asteapta sa fie deschise cu cheile de mult folosite, sufletele strabunilor astfel gasindu-si odihna
Lumea nu trebuie sa uite:
Nimeni nu ne poate lua identitatea
Ea este a noastra
Palestinieni am fost si vom fi !!!

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America , iti amintesti ... ?

Iti amintesti sa fi luptat pentru pamantul vostru ? pentru a va rapi pacea ?si libertatea ?
Iti aduci aminte sa fi facut ceva pentru a avea acest taram America?
Sa vedem "Vechea Prosperitate" fluturand in vant ?
Ei bine , asta e o tara mica ce inca lupta
Pentru pamantul ei, libertate , independenta
Este Palestina, si Da , este inca o tara
Unde copii si.au pierdut parintii , viata si libertatea .
Unde erau ascunse sperante si visuri marete , dar toate le-au fost spulberate.
Astazi sunt un popor fara o tara.
Multi lipsiti de case si de de familii
Multi asteptand sa se intoarca acasa
Imagineaza-ti asta........
Este o tara unde maslinii erau drepti si neclintiti
Acum au invatat sa planga pentru pamantul lor
Unde sotiile isi plang sotii si copiii ce le-au fost ucisi
De cei ce le-au dorit pamantul , viata si libertatea.
Unde sotii isi privesc sotiile si copiii distrusi din lacomia altora...
Oh America , cum poti numi acesti oameni "Teroristi" ?
Cand tot tot ceea ce fac e sa lupte pentru pamantul lor , pentru casele lor, pentru familii...
Este ceva gresit ? Uita-te la tine, ai fost orbita de altii si ti.ai intors capul inspre ei, te.ai asezat cu capul in maini si ai facut „NIMIC”
Rusine : America
Oh America, pe tine te intreb
Unde e compasiunea ta ?
Unde este grija ta ?
Unde este dragostea pentru umanitate ?
Daca esti o natiune ce crede in Dumnezeu
Atunci vei incerca sa aduci pacea pe taramul acestei tarisoare numita Palestina
America asculta-ma te rog
Asculta-ma !

[Sarah_Nour]

Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu!...daca nu este locul potrivit o voi sterge sau poate moderatoarea sa o faca m-am tot gandit daca aici este bine sa o afisez, am primit-o la meeting si tare mi-am dorit sa o expun sa o cititi si voi, va doresc o zi buna!!

SPECTACOLUL LUMII
( autor: OM AL TERREI)

A luat pamantul foc, pentru TALMUD
Ca au o vorba “EI”, ce nu e scrisa?!!
“Sprijina-te pe crestin pana te-aduni……….
Iar, dupa-aceea STERGE_O, fa-o interzisa”!!!!!

“ EI” au stiut de mult cum sa ne minta,
Si ne-a dat MAREA CARTE, ca-ndemn pentru popor,
Popa ne dadu cu lingurita.De-aicea pan’aicea……
Si astazi, O AVEM cu toti la purtator!

Si-am devenit cu toti ,azi, popi la colt de strada
Si behaim ca oile pierdute prin ciulini,
Ne inrosim la ochi, la gura facem spuma,
Sa-I -----strez EU-LUI, ca eu sunt mai crestin!?

Dar, oare intelegem, ce ne spun noua PSALMII?
De ce APOCALIPSA e punctul de final,
De ce ENOH ca om, a fost luat in ceruri?
Sau de-a spus “ADEVARUL” ori a mintit IOAN?
Dar cei ce au Talmudul….Cunosc, pur adevarul,
Ei au stiut sa minta, lumea, mii de ani!
Si prin CEAUSII lor, umplura TOT PAMANTUL
Cu FALSA COMEDIE- “PUNGUTA CU DOI BANI”

Credulii nostril DASCALI ce canta ALELUIA
Aud prin glasul lor, cum lacrima-si inghit,
Si se intreb cu toti, Cand vine clipa, ora?
Ca acest popor nu-I botezat semit!!!!!

Bing-bengul de final, se-aude in univers
Trezeste omenirea cu gongu-I de FINAL,
Spectacolul incepe….Regia este scrisa,
GUVERNUL American e asezat in sthal.

In Irak, Palestina,Liban se joaca retusurile piesei
Ca acest MG-12 forteaza Alta ERA….
Nu suntem orbi cu toti, la ceea ce se intampla,
In Israel _ eu vin sa assist la PREMIERA!!!!

E ultimul spectacol ce-I dat azi omenirii,
E carnavalul LUMII cu scena pe PAMANT!
Aiatolahul cere….PUTEREA LUI ALLAH
Sa-nvinga “circumcisul” in Razboiul Sfant!

Acest SPECTACOL MONSTRU, se da fara bilete,
Cortina este trasa pamantul sa aprins….
Ca plata se va face…prin moarte angrosista….
De cei cu sange nobil, asa e textul scris!!!!!!!!!

PS: Toti avem dreptul la viata pe TERRA, nimeni nu-I ales,
Toti suntem alesii Domnului si EU si TU ..Salutari draga frate

[Anna]

mashAllah....
este....nu am cuvinte....
Allah sa te rasplateasca
al salam aleykum wa rahmatu Allah wa barakatuh