And should they shun you, or deny your claim,
Or rain their fire, or sever limb from limb,
Yet find you not in scales of justice true,
Or burden you with deeds of darkened hue,
Should they cloak you in the silk of night's own sky,
Or grant you dreams where peace and slumber lie,
Stand firm and keep your head high.
For all beneath the mantle of pure right is but a stain,
And he who shuns the fight for freedom bears the mark of Cain.
Turn away from the heavens and the ancient earth, to every dawn and every setting sun,
Turn away from crowded halls and city spires, where empty words are spun.
For now's the moment,
Here's the place,
These are the virtues that are found
Stride forth, child of Canaan
Draw your sword
Hold your ground
مهما قست عليك الظروف، قاوم
و إن وصموك بالإرهاب قاوم
و إن قاطعوك و إن كفّروك و إن قصفوك
و إن قطّعوك، إربا إربا،
و لم ينصفوك
و إن حمّلوك وزر المحارق
و نصل المناجل و ثقل المطارق
و إن ألْبسوك ثوب الحرير
و ان مَنَحوك النوم القرير،
فكل ما دون العدالة رجس
و كل من دان التحرر آثم،
أدر ظهرك للسماء و للأرض، و للمشارق و المغارب،
و أعرض بوجهك عن المحافل و المنابر و العواصم
و هنا المكان
و هاذي المكارم
إمض إبن كنعان،
Oh, my tender child, discern,
Upon the wall, the words that burn,
The hounds of hell, they stir and groan,
As plagues slither, their path unknown.
Abomination, beasts of dread,
From every corner, darkness fed,
Tonight, they dine in Satan's halls,
On human flesh and captive souls.
The prophets spoke, in days of old,
Of this dark fate, a tale retold,
The beast, it bears no face nor kin,
In smoke and fog, it hides its sin.
It's fire and ice, a dual source,
Its web of lies, a twisting course,
The doubts that gleam, in shadows' suit,
Deceptive truths, where lies take root.
Oh, my child, beware the snare,
Of veiled deceit and falsehood's glare,
In knowledge seek what's just and true,
Resist the beast, and hope anew.
I float into the dark place, calm as a rainstorm, afore the clouds.
Where it all started, and it all will end. This lost face of mine, seen at last, in the shattered crystal of a thousand mirrors.
The exodus of the soul, bit by bit, dream by dream, is hummed to me, one elusive tune at a time.
Let the rituals begin, the awakening of the end. In the shadow of the man, the boy returns, into his crib, combing his grey hairs, sucking his thumb.
Search the black hole, on the reef of the soul, with sinking ships, without a shore. Laying so deep, with anchored dreams, which need no sleep.
They all will go, they all will leave, nothing remains, but shattered ships, bursting in flames, and words of love, that haunt our graves.
Into the night, we hush our sleep, into the dark that has begun, before the light, the cruel light.
Hush me to sleep, my lullaby, hush me to sleep this one last time.
If I were to be a burst of light on the face of the ocean,
when you are sinking, deep,
into the darkness…
If you wandered the rode that I forsook,
and went as far as boredom goes, in a lonely heart,
then went beyond the empty realm of space and time…
If I was the one to yield, to flee a fight,
to break an oath, or fear a might, of friend or foe…
you would then shed your light on me, my darkest side,
and open up your gaze, so wide,
to see beyond the sight of eyes, into my shell…
and then behold, what made you me, and made me you, deprived of place, beyond the time.
Maybe then you’d kneel and pray, to me, my lord,
You’d let me be.
The Poems on this web-site are written by Dyab Abou Jahjah