God's lover prophet's dear friend
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
Neither tell a lie nor eat prohibited
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
At the dawn standing up wanded to road
With his thousand titles praised the Lord
Saying Allah Allah, grazed camels herd
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
At his hand his baton from branch of date
At his waist his cardigan from camel hide
By his tongue never ever becomes mistake
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
Wish that i would go too, Jonah the Lover says
Wish to see his face that is lovely and blessed
To the dust of his foot wish to daub my face
Uways Al Qarani at the Yemen country
Written by Yunus Emre (Dervish Jonah)
Translation Onur Ünlü
It’s as if the cameras have gone blind
the inks bled dry on every page
young souls grow up knowing only war
their cries muted though echoes rage.
The crisis in Yemen slips from view
no longer fit for breaking news
their names consigned to dusty files
their suffering ignored.
What truly happened to this land?
No press to trace its haunted streets
no orbiting eye to mark its ruin
just silence where the heartbeat beats.
Yet buried deep beneath the hush
live voices longing to be heard
remember Yemen’s stolen breath
restore their truth, revive each word.
Screams, Screeches, groans and wails
Let me tell you Agonies’ tales
And of bullets, bombs and pellet guns
For a person with Heart must know these pains
Here somewhere, kids are blinded; men are jailed
Women are molested; the old are tortured
Lucky, You have a home and a steak to fry
Billions starve and sleep under the frigid Sky
The wild jungles of wars scrambled Humanity
Sighs took over the the throne of sweetest Melody
Deluges of tears washed off the rainbows of joy
Atrocities eager for innocent lives to get destroy
Yet you say the world is beautiful.. ?
That it is benign and bountiful...?
May be yes, for you… as you are at peace!
Come out of your little Palace...
And you will find...
Sky painting itself red...!
Butterflies renouncing their dreams
Birds with trimmed wings
Blood ocean... barren trees... burnt houses...
Teared eyes... and shattered bodies….
People live their lives in fear everywhere
Along Syria, Yemen, Palestine and Kashmir
Earth is ugly, jinxed and savage
For humanity sobs, as her soul is damaged
26-7-20 (Paghunda)
(This was my first poem on soup, reposted it with some changes)
The Greek philosopher Ptolemy described Yemen as “happy Arabia”.
Understanding her beauty during ancient days.
Some have changed this to “Fortunate Arabia”.
Both names enlighten her in positive ways.
One of the oldest centers of civilization in the near East
Yemen is rich in culture, a historical significant, a well-known beast.
Yemenis developed the south Arabian alphabet by century number eight.
She is a conglomerate of modern and ancient, both worlds so great.
Home of powerful city-states and empires, Yemenis also control
Production of highly sought out frankincense and myrrh in her whole.
She had exclusive access to spices from South Asia in her earliest days.
Also was the distributor of plumes and ivory, an East African craze.
Yemen was a middle man, who knew what she was doing loud and soft.
The prophet Muhammad sent his son-in-law to Yemen to build two mosques.
This may have been the beginning of Islamic architecture, one thing for sure.
She is a gorgeous, rich country with a culture and history that is amazingly pure.
A Man from Sweden
There was a man from Sweden,
Who married a Yemeni maiden,
He had to wear the futah,
And daily eat the Saltah,
So he could lead a happy life in Aden.