Repercussions Of a Revenging Woman

1. The stops of the hasbala.taught me
   the game of revenge in silence
   A slap from my bitter tongue
   Will taste you the bitterness
   of my sorrow
   
   here and there
   Those mute discourses are deceptive
   In the city of daffodills and lilies
   The heart of my wrath quivers
   And wakes up from
   the embezzlement of
   the question and the probability
   Oh
   If you follow that street of skills
   The death is simpler than
   a slow vision
   And if you yield to lowness
   That’s the message of death
   
   Tush …tush
   You… the world overwhelmed with betrayal
   and hypocrisy
   You… the doubled masterpiece
   You… the fellow of the high citadels
   From a man’s heart
   to a lady
   My mother taught me that woes are destined
   But
   Pound’s poetry taught me
   behind every disaster there’s a woman
   Am I a disaster mum
   
   You‘re a violet
   a broken mirror
   a wandering boat seeking
   a harbour for rest…My little daughter
   
   How can I be the source of plague
   as far I’m a woman ; mum
   And behind me there’s a baby of love
   Still sharpens a knife
   A woman tears
   the core of my papers
   and my faith
   
   A child travels in the narrow pupil
   Of the straw of my closest love
   Tears the fire of my bowels
   that quivers on the name
   of his eternity or extinction
   Hangs the document of my defeat
   on my heart’s inaugurating
   Burns a piece of my cerebellum
   Excessive in amazement
   
   How come
   And I am a woman
   Destroyed by the highness
   of a shadow … not a woman
   Of a white idea damped with rose
   Chosen for a woman
   
   Tush …tush
   Your face is no more smiling
   From thinking
   Your neck curved…My little daughter
   
   Destiny
   That you take refuge to
   a man’s spectrum
   for a woman
   
   Destiny
   That far glow of a woman
   No shadow
   No ray from a woman
   
   I smell the odour of eternal death ;mummy
   The female of my destiny
   conquers me on the chest
   of my hatred
   
   The curve of her eyebrow
   frowns my scared face
   Her perfume’s fragrance
   Her monotonous footsteps on the floor
   Her eyes’ brilliance
   Her dreams
   tear my mistaken age
   that stumbled
   
   I see her
   A smile wins from nothingness
   Tolls the bell of the end
   And scares my haressed grail
   
   Now I perceive that
   Love is a fire whose blazing
   is a woman
   Betrayal
   revenge to death
   are notions of a woman
   And the blind hatred is a woman
   
   Ashes is my heart , mum
   My snow –mum – has become mud
   The song of the spring
   stummered the sonnet
   of funeral and apocalypse
   
   The stream fell the flower of my age
   I doubt there is a hand that* assassinated the seeds of my happiness
   When my heart blossomed green
   
   In may or June
   The spring clothed my heart
   Poetry and dancing on nature’s melodies
   My wedding came virgin
   Equals the appointments
   Of my destiny
   
   Has it come
   I think it so
   A woman comes
   Steals my joy from
   the pocket of my secrets
   Steals my truth’s innocence
   Of my eyesight
   in the room of my tears
   the secret
   She’s a woman
   why do you spell death a lot
   my little daughter
   I miss –mummy –a soil
   to embrace me
   I wish to take refuge of Allah’s shadow
   Eloping From a woman
   I vanish from sun’s rays
   inside my bier
   Escaping from a woman’s shadow
   From the pierceful eyesights
   thrown by a woman
   Death is more simple –mummy –
   Than I feel the defeat of a woman
   That Wilts my rose
   and my reason is a woman
   
   And me
   Why am I a woman
   who abhors a woman
   Am I not a woman

Depleted by the war that we have delivered,
Tired by the acts that we are crossed,
we chose to Renounced our weapons and Surrendered,
to believe.
Nothing can’t to defend when “the end” is write.

No
Let us fly
As a birds fly
Let us fly
to throw in the sky
we know they are wrong
Fear that. what can we do.
I too
I dream to be a bird
And to fly too .
and because you
its My first flight

Again thank you
For this flight.
and this graet philosophy.
i feel BAUDLAIRE here.

اقتباس:

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المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة رزاق الجزائري

Depleted by the war that we have delivered,
Tired by the acts that we are crossed,
we chose to Renounced our weapons and Surrendered,
to believe.
Nothing can’t to defend when “the end” is write.

No
Let us fly
As a birds fly
Let us fly
to throw in the sky
we know they are wrong
Fear that. what can we do.
I too
I dream to be a bird
And to fly too .
and because you
its My first flight

Again thank you
For this flight.
and this graet philosophy.
i feel BAUDLAIRE here.

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Mr Razzak
Honestly , i blush of shyness before to reply

what you you wrote above is full of mistakes ....i wrote them big and i underlinded them
please spot the mistakes then correct them

i am glad teacher.
i try to correct the mistakes.
Depleted by the war that we have delivered,
Tired by the acts that we crossed,
we chose to Renounce our weapons and Surrender,
to believe.there is Nothing we can defend when “the end” is written

and i feel shy here
.As a birds fly
as a bird fly or as birds fly. if i want.

the original poem is in frensh.in the first am a francophone.

The origina poem gift for u.

Epuisés par la guerre que nous nous sommes livrés,
Fatigués par les faits que nous avons croisés,
J'ai choisi de me rendre les armes à la main,
Y'a plus rien à défendre quand s'inscrit le mot fin
non
Laissez-nous voler
Comme les oiseaux voler
Laisse nous voler
Se jeter dans le vent.
Je sais bien qu'ils se trompent
Peur qu'en volant
Mais je voudrais tant
Aller voguer
Sur l'océan
Et puis voler.
J'ai moi aussi
Rêvé d'être un oiseau
Et de voler
C'est grâce à vous
Mon premier vol
Encore merci
Pour cet envol.

You have all my respect
welcome

اقتباس:

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المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة رزاق الجزائري

The origina poem gift for u.

Epuisés par la guerre que nous nous sommes livrés,
Fatigués par les faits que nous avons croisés,
J'ai choisi de me rendre les armes à la main,
Y'a plus rien à défendre quand s'inscrit le mot fin
non
Laissez-nous voler
Comme les oiseaux voler
Laisse nous voler
Se jeter dans le vent.
Je sais bien qu'ils se trompent
Peur qu'en volant
Mais je voudrais tant
Aller voguer
Sur l'océan
Et puis voler.
J'ai moi aussi
Rêvé d'être un oiseau
Et de voler
C'est grâce à vous
Mon premier vol
Encore merci
Pour cet envol.

You have all my respect
welcome

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حقيقة افرح كثيرا عندما اجد اساتذة لغات اجنبية بكل ذاك الزخم اللغوى و المعرفى و الثقافى .......الخ بالمقابل يتقن اللغة العربية و يحبها و يداافع عنها بهاته الطريقة ابداعا من امثالك و امثال الاستاذ و الشاعر والقاص و المترجم الفنان هيثم سعد زيان
لا املك الا ان انحنى لكما نكاية فى المعربين
انا ايضا سيدى رزاق دارسة لغة انجليزية و لكننى احب التحدث بالعربية و احاول الا اخطىء ما استطعت
الشكر موصول لك و لكل المذهلين الذين يتقنون اكثر من لغتين على الاقل

على فكرة عندك فرنسية راقية جدا ..........ارفع لك قبعة التقدير
محبتى و تقديرى
صليحة نعيجة

I WONDER IF I CAN WRITE IN FRENCH IN THIS SPACE WOULD YOU PLEASE HELP ME? THAK YOU