Mother Arabic Poems

Love what is love ,tell me tell me the truth
    Love is truth isn't it

   tell me what this is...

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The bombs wailed out
In terror they scream
Her fears come to life
He was only fourteen

A young boy whose life is gone
A mourning family whose life has...

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Abraham seeds are
Arabs and Jews are brothers,
Differs in mother....

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Mideast Peace: Oxymoron

Though descendent of Jews,
I feel boggled at the brutal,
nasty and wanton war between
Israelis and Palestinians.

Many innocent victims
bred to know and hate their enemy
impossible...

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Seems like the older I get
The younger I grow
Finding it hard to keep
My ducks in a row
Yes i see the fork in the road
Don't ask...

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Everytime he came around he was trying to be my pal my homey but everytime you think you got to know me I'm so spontaneous...

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Foolishly I acted in her presence
 After she left me ,realised her essence
  
an inextricable thread got removed, now my world looks palid
She embellished...

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the soul

Why should I write about my soul? I don´t know?
If a soul thinks if the entity that vanishes when the body dies
into the air,...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Mahmoud Darwish English Translations of Arabic Poems



Palestine
by Mahmoud Darwish
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

This land gives us
all that makes life worthwhile:
April's blushing advances,
the aroma of...

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Here We Shall Remain
by Tawfiq Zayyad
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Like twenty impossibilities
in Lydda, Ramla and Galilee ...
here we shall remain.

Like brick walls braced against...

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English translations of Arabic poems by Fadwa Tuqan aka "The Poet of Palestine"

Enough for Me
by Fadwa Tuqan 
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Enough for me...

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Such Tenderness
by Michael R. Burch

for the mothers of Gaza

There was, in your touch, such tenderness—as
only the dove on her mildest day has,
when she shelters downed...

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The foreign bird
I knew him well trying to blend in
Speaking the language too flawlessly
So, the embarrassment when he
On occasions, got it wrong.
It was not his...

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Happy

Sunday dishes, 
done by hand. 
The washer put to rest. 

No football, yes that is what I said. (But I have it backed up for...

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