The greater bird of paradise [Archives:2008/1199/Community]
By: Fuad Noman
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Whilst mournful silence slays my cry,
In the blind nights, the tears of winter dry
Heaven's souls own the greatest influence
On the holy land and this unfair existence
Comrade, Mahmoud
The only Greatest Pen of Resistance
Fighting unfair death
Scorned off the birth of evil's injustice
Inspiring men of freedom and independence
Oh Mahmoud, you never died
Our nation buried in an unheard graveyard
Your astute heart embraced the honor of the sky
The celestial manuscript has chosen
Thy white soul
The greater bird of paradise
As you were born on this universe
The giant of word and verse
In full swing, uncertain and timorous clouds
Shedding bleeding rain
The Shaft of light is drowned
A nightmare shackling my dream's demarche
Swayed and fallen on ground
In my homeland
Barren nights and drought days
Arabism in the corridors of loss
A banner of peace is ruptured in gross
In your creativity of life
Only you could crush death, Mahmoud
Thou art the prudence of time
In your clandestine land
The art of your heartache painted
The silhouette of a grapevine
The nectar of your verse engraved
The seas' rhyme
Your heart's patina can still shine
In thy soul's meadow you planted
The tree of olive and lime
Will the poets' pride die?
This wondering I deny
No way, I am not excellent at lament
I will not lament you for good
Swollen with pride of your soul
Oh Mahmoud, You never died
Our nation buried in an unheard graveyard
The echo of skies
Reciting your lament hymns:
Oh King of death
“Why do you prolong the agony negotiation?””
“”If I died
