إلى طغاة العالم

Ash-Shabbi Abu'l-Qasim أبو القاسم الشابي
Language: Arabic

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ألا أيها الظالم المستبد
حبيب الظلام عدو الحياه
سخرت بأنات شعب ضعيف
و كفك مخضوبة من دماه
و سرت تشوه سحر الوجود
و تبذر شوك الاسى في رباه

رويدك لا يخدعك الربيع
و صحو الفضاء و ضوء الصباح
ففي الافق الرحب هول الظلام
و قصف الرعود و عصف الرياح
حذار فتحت الرماد اللهيب
و من يبذر الشوك يجن الجراح

تأمل هنالك أنى حصدت رؤوس الورى و زهور الأمل
و رويت بالدم قلب التراب أشربته الدمع حتى ثمل
سيجرفك سيل الدماء
و يأكلك العاصف المشتعل

Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2013/3/18 - 14:59

Language: English

versione inglese da wikipedia

Hey you, despotic tyrant,
Darkness lover and enemy of life,
You scoffed at powerless people’s groans;
And your hands are tainted with their blood.
You embarked on empoisoning the allure of existence
and sowing prickles of grief in its horizons.

You will see! Don’t be deceived by spring time,
Shining sky and morning light
For in the wide horizon lurk darkness fright,
Thunder Rumble and stormy winds.
Woe betide you for flames are underneath ashes.
Who grows prickles reaps wounds.
Have a look there… where you cut off
The people’s heads and the flowers of hope;
You imbibed the heart of the earth with blood
And made it drunk with tears.
The flood, of blood, will wipe you away,
and the flaring gale will eat you up.

Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2013/3/18 - 15:20

Language: French

Versione francese da wikipedia

Ami de la nuit, ennemi de la vie...
Tu t'es moqué d'un peuple impuissant
Alors que ta main est maculée de son sang
Tu abîmes la magie de l'univers
Et tu sèmes les épines du malheur dans ses éminences

Doucement ! Que ne te trompent pas le printemps,
La clarté de l'air et la lumière du jour
Dans l'horizon vaste, il y a l'horreur de la nuit
Le grondement du tonnerre et les rafales du vent
Attention ! Sous la cendre, il y a des flammes
Celui qui plante les épines récolte les blessures

Regarde là-bas où tu as moissonné les têtes humaines
et les fleurs de l'espoir
Et tu as englouti de sang, le cœur du sol et tu l'as abreuvé de larmes à l'ivresse
Le flot, torrent du sang va t'entraîner
Et l'orageux brûlant va te dévorer.

Contributed by DonQuijote82 - 2013/3/18 - 15:23

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