العنقاء Professor Mariam AlSayegh The goddess of poetry and magic The phoenix of Iraq The time of hiding

Dear ladies and gentlemen
The Iraqi phoenix poem in the time of hiding
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Times have passed
While
like the immortal phoenix,
 
I wander between worlds, ages and my lives
 
I was a witness to spirits and ages
 
So times, ages and centuries passed...
 
And here we have reached, my beloved
 
the time of hiding.
 
When we have reached
 
a time when all growth stops.
 
And our children have never sung songs of defeat
 
before
 
We have reached a time when the newborn learns
 
to wail, not to cry.
 
And the groaning rises and rises
 
in all directions.
 
Phosphorus bombs and poisonous clusters...
 
Fall
 
like locusts from the sky.
 
Fall
 
on beautiful flowers...
 
Eliminate all spirits and splendor
 
All the magnificence.
 
Ah...my beloved no..
 
No..
 
I do not know
 
the art of hiding at all.
 
And I have never and will never enter
 
hollow caves.
 
And I will never surrender
 
My launch...
 
Towards the sky.
 
I...my beloved I grieve...
 
Yes... I grieve
 
But without depression.
 
I cry and my tears and blood flow
 
But without bitterness.
 
I want it to be high...
 
An eternal legend...
 
Because I am my beloved...
A proud Iraqi today.
 
My heart knows no submission
 
And I will never submit in submission.
 
Centuries and times pass by me...
 
And I do not close my eyes
 
And the nectar of struggle does not flow with them.
 
From between the ribs...
 
The springs of enthusiasm and pride explode.
 
And a new revolution is born...
 
To liberate the homeland.
 
Yes...my beloved
 
I learned to be fertile...
In a time of sterility and tears.
 
My son is assassinated by one of my sons...
 
Injustice disappears from all my beloved
 
I remain proud
 
I give birth to hundreds to be candles for me...
 
On the path of jihad.
 
And I cannot, my beloved
 
Cry...
 
Even!!!
 
In the tents of mourning
 
I miss my tears of remorse
 
Maybe they will extinguish my sadness
 
For tears have become
 
The complements of existence.
 
After I was displaced...
 
They became the joy of my eyes.
 
And burned the soul.
 
My honorable sons
 
They are assassinated in front of me
And I have nothing but silence...!!!
 
And praying to the Lord of the heavens.
 
Every day I carry a child...
 
And sprinkle perfume on his body
And throw him into the flood
Maybe he will calm down
But he rages more
And swallows all the loved ones.
 
The corpses of sons have multiplied around me...!!!
And helplessness never surrounds me.
 
Or the death of conscience.
 
And the deals of the peoples.
 
That tied my hands.
And violated my honor...!!!
And made me live in graves...!!!
And stole my treasures...
And made all the forbidden things permissible.
But I just wonder!!!
Did all the honorable people die???
I grieve for my loved ones
 
Have they become extinct???
 
Or has loyalty become
 
in the time of alienation
 
impossible
 
like a loyal friend
and my existence like a phoenix???!!!.
 
I grieve for a time...
in which lies and deception prevail.!!!
I grieve for hearts...
 
that know nothing but cheating
 
theft
 
and deception...!!!
and falsifying history
 
and stealing glories
 
and trading in all lineages.
 
With such people
there is no refuge except to the Lord of the heavens.
Be well and in love.
 
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