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أَنا يُوسفٌ يَا أَبِي .‏
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Ashiq min filastin (A lover from Palestine)
a lover
Musicata da Marcel Khalife

Il poeta palestinese Mahmud Darwish racconta: quando ero in carcere mi venne a trovare mia madre con della frutta e del caffe` e non posso dimenticare la sua tristezza quando il mio carceriere sequestro` tutto e verso` per terra il caffe`. Non potendo dimenticare le sue lacrime, le ho scritto questa mia poesia OMMI (mia madre), come una confessione sulla carta argentata del mio pacchetto di sigarette....non potevo mai immaginare che sarebbe poi diventata l`inno cantato dai bambini alle loro madri.
أحنُ إلى خبز أمي
وقهوةِ أمي
ولمسةِ أمي ..

وتكبر فيَّ الطفولةُ
يوماً على صدر يومِ
و أعشق عمري لأني
إذا متُّ
أخجل من دمع أمي !

خذيني .. إذا عدتُ يوماً
وشاحاً لهدبكْ
وغطي عظامي بعشبٍ
تعمَّد من طهر كعبكْ
وشدِّي وثاقي..
بخصلة شعرٍ ..
بخيطٍ يلوِّح في ذيل ثوبك..
عساني أصيرُ إلهًا
إلهًا أصير ..
إذا ما لمستُ قرارة قلبك !

ضعيني إذا مارجعتُ
وقودا بتنور ناركْ
وحبل غسيل على سطح داركْ
لأني فقدت الوقوف
بدون صلاةِ نهاركْ

هرمتُ فردّي نجوم الطفولة
حتى اشاركْ
صغار العصافير ..
درب الرجوع ..
لعُشِّ إنتظارك

Contributed by Dq82 - 2017/11/14 - 10:45

Language: English

Traduzione inglese A.Z. Foreman da
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Dearly I yearn for my mother's bread,
My mother's coffee,
Mother's brushing touch.
Childhood is raised in me,
Day upon day in me.
And I so cherish life
Because if I died
My mother's tears would shame me.

Set me, if I return one day,
As a shawl on your eyelashes, let your hand
Spread grass out over my bones,
Christened by your immaculate footsteps
As on holy land.
Fasten us with a lock of hair,
With thread strung from the back of your dress.
I could grow into godhood
Commend my spirit into godhood
If I but touch your heart's deep breadth.

Set me, if ever I return,
In your oven as fuel to help you cook,
On your roof as a clothesline stretched in your hands.
Weak without your daily prayers,
I can no longer stand.

I am old
Give me back the stars of childhood
That I may chart the homeward quest
Back with the migrant birds,
Back to your awaiting nest.

Contributed by Dq82 - 2017/11/14 - 10:47

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