أحقا أغتيل الوفي أحقا؟ قصيدة وترجمة محمد محمود أحمد

أحقا أغتيل الوفي أحقا؟
شعر وترجمة
محمد محمود أحمد
العراق الموصل

قلوع المراكب ِ وقتَ المغيبْ
زمن ٌ ساحرُ تلاه صباحٌ غريبْ
حشود ُ من الناس تمضي وأخرى تعود
في لجة البحارِ يبتغون الوعود
قليل من يُصيب وكثير من يَخيب
هدير رعود..... وخيلٌ واجمات
هزيلات يقاومن الشتاء حتى الممات
والندى وفيرُ غطّى النبات
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ترقص أشعاري في فضاء تتيه
يشوبها لون رقيق بغيض كريه
تاريخ ومجد حضارة لن تعود
بكتهم المراكب .... بكتهم الأسود
داكنةُ قاتمة ُأتت الريح تدوي من بعيد
لفظوا أنفاسهم .. لكنهم كانوا رمزا
لم يسرقوا مجدا لم يسرقوا خبزا
فهل التاريخ منصف !!
لست أدري أيَّ قرار
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أحقا أغتيِل الوفيُ أحقاً؟
في لحظة من الصمت الرهيب تم القرار
قتلوه بلا عذر واعتذار
أحلام ُطيش ٍساذجة ُالقرار
لا بل عارُ وألف عار
أن تُشنقَ الحرية ُ في وضَح ِ النهار
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هل عُطِلتْ هذي العِشار؟
وهل الأفلاك سارت في غير مسار؟
هل أختفى العشبُ والنوار؟
أين الشمسُ والنهار؟
هل مجنونُ ليلى حقا ً تاه في القفار؟
هل النجوم ُغارت وساد الكون صمتٌ رهيب؟
هل الساعاتُ توقفتْ عقاربُها ولم تستجبْ؟
كل سؤال له جواب
وكل غائب له إياب
وكلّ ُ رحلة ٍ لها انتظار
لكن الزمنَ ليس له قرار
في لجةِ البحارِ قبيل المغيب....
غاب الشراعُ وأنقطع الرجاء
هبت الريح قاسية ًمزعزعة ً
ليس لها قرار
الموتُ يعزف في أذيالها
لحنا كريها ماله قرار
من يصنع القرار؟
أشباه موتى وحقائب سفر
آثمون زينوا شواربهم بروث البقر
نتنة نفوسهم, نتنة أرواحهم
أقزام, حمقى , بلا هوية
بلا قرار, بلا وصية
من أين لهم الهوية؟
هل كولن باول أعطاهم الهوية؟
أي عار وأية رزية
فهل تنقصنا الهوية!!

The sails sail at sundown for unknown.
Magic time followed by queer dawn
Throngs of people wait to travel eagerly
Other travelers returned tediously
They busy themselves without decision
Many times their deep sorrow,
Comes without decision
Nothing remains but the frustration.
Hardly there is happy emotion
Sullen horses slept standing under stormy weather.
By their weak bodies, resist the nights of winter.
Even if there is welfare, but they suffer
Even if the grass is dewed, but they suffer
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Grumbling and roaring my verses dance unluckily.
The space resound their echo odiously
A bizarre question jumps to my mind suddenly…
Is it the witty civilization does not return?
Did the death overcome upon it again?
The lions cried bitterly even the sails.
A violent wind comes from distant bashing the sails.
The wind swept them because they are symbols.
They did not steal the bread of their Nation.
But, the wind swept them because they are symbols.
Is the history justified in all its decisions and honest?
I wonder! What is the decision?
I wish I knew! What was the decision?

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Is the faithful one really is murdered?
In an absolute silence the decision was done.
They killed him without reason.
They killed him at a reckless moment.
At a period when there is not national decision.
Only to satisfy their allied Masters
It is disgraceful and shy moment
To adopt a decision and they are slaves.
It is shy moment when the timid people control.
And kill the symbols hatefully
They judge by deserted law and unjust decision
It is awfully that the freedom stolen in the midday.
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Do the seas stop flowing?
Are the orbits changing their way?
Do the grasses and the flowers stop growing?
Where is the sunlight? Where is the day?
Did Layla's passionate lover stray in desert really?
Did the stars vanish and the silence reign overly!
Are the clock's pointers stopped suddenly?
Every question has answer.
Every absent has return.
Every journey usually is preceded by waiting.
But the time has not stability
At sunset, the sail was submerged
And the hope is ended.
A gust of wind blows strongly
It has not stability
On its rear, it carries the tune of death
It is ominous tune has not widths
Who makes the decision?
Half dead people always roaming and travel.
Sinner men garnish their beards by the dung of cows.
They have malodorous bodies and souls.
Foolish timid men have not card of nationality
Have neither guardianship rights nor identification.
Where from do they have identification?
Did Colin Powell grant them the nationality?
How miserable shameful matter it is!
Do we really lack the nationality?

TAMAM SHOULD
Mohammad Ahmad
Mosul at Friday night