گلاریشا

I’m Gaza in fire—————-you are Mecca in grief

I’m the end of the world——you are the end of the stories

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I’m Gaza، bloody heart——you are Mecca, clipped wings

The steel headed devil–rest a moment

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Then, the tongues sealed—Then, the eyes cloudy
Then, the ears are deaf—-Then, the Man is fallen

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Silent as my secrets——This harmless city of me
Passes by the history—-Rostam maybe will appar

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My lonely city—- faintly drinks the bowl of madness
A limitless sea in his ocean eyes is a droplet

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My city tears off his collar——– arrogance has opened s bridge to my heart
I’ve become adventurer—– I’ve got remedy from hatred


My hand just like an angry mad——– draws the sward of the pen
My poem has become a bully——it s on fire from head to toe

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By: Muhammad Hussein Davodi (poet laureate)
To the martyrs of Gaza

Translated by: Azim SARV Dalir