The Wrathful

[عصام بن عنتر]

The Wrathful

O pupils of Gaza

Teach us

A little of what you have

For we have forgotten

Teach us

To be men

For we have men

dough they become


Teach us

How the rocks become

in the children's hands

precious diamond



How it becomes

The child's bicycle a mine

And the silk ribbon

An ambush



How the feeding bottle nipple

If detained not

Turns into a knife



O pupils of Gaza

Care not

about our broadcasts

And hear us not



Strike

Strike

With all your powers

And firmly in your hands take matters

And ask us not



We the people of arithmetic

And of addition

And of subtraction

Your wars do carry on

And abstain from us



We're the deserters

from the service

Your ropes do bring

And hang us



We're mortals

Who possess not tombs

And orphans

who possess not masters



We kept already to our rooms

And we asked you

To fight the dragon



We've diminished, before you

A thousand century

And you've grown

Within a month - Centuries



O pupils of Gaza

Return not

To our writings, And read us not

We're your fathers

Do resemble us not

We're your idols

Do worship us not



We engage in

Political lies

And repression

And we build graves

And jails



Liberate us

From the fear problem in us

And expel

The opium from our heads



Teach us

The art of adherence to the Land

And leave not

The land saddened



O our beloved children

Salam

May Allah render your day

Jasmine

From the cracks of ruined earth

You emerged forth

And planted in our wound

Musk rose



This is the revolution of notebooks

And ink

Do become on the lips

melodies



Shower us

Heroism, and pride

And from our ugliness wash us

Wash us



Fear neither Moses

Nor Moses' spell

And ready yourself

To harvest the olives



Verily this Jewish age

is an illusion

That shall collapse

Albeit sureness we possess



O madmen of Gaza

A thousand welcome

in madmen

If they liberate us



Verily the age of political reason

has long bygone

Do teach us madness

[ياقوت]

How powerful!
"
Teach us

To be men

For we have men

dough they become"

We repeat after you :"Strike

Strike"


Unless we learn "How the rocks become

in the children's hands

precious diamond



How it becomes

The child's bicycle a mine

And the silk ribbon

An ambush



How the feeding bottle nipple

If detained not

Turns into a knife"
The Arabic land will become another Gazza!!!!