04-12-2015, 03:48 PM |
عائشة موسي السعيد
عائشة موسي السعيد
Registered: 07-10-2010
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I Fed the Pigeons/Mahjoub Sharif
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03:48 PM Apr, 12 2015 Sudanese Online عائشة موسي السعيد-KHARTOUM NORTH My Library at SudaneseOnline
The newly published book of 10 poems of Mahjoub Sharif, Translated by Asha Musa The book carries the name of one of the poem which I am copying here.. The book is now sold together with a CD of readings of the original poems by Mahjoub and his daughter Mariam. The translated poems are recited by Reel Mohammad Abdelhai.. This is Mahjoub's First Annual Commemoration.
I Fed the Pigeons شتتَ حباً للحمام Feeding pigeons, With joy flowing from the heart .He thought to invite others To share the seed Fresh water .The grandest feast . Beauty attracts affection.. More precious than ivory tower That made our modest home A grand carnival pavilion The bush is now a platform The blooming branch a mike The place is filled with people All different and alike The cock in his cockscomb The hen with chicks so feeble Small clean cups resemble So white as cotton at harvest time The bevy of turtledoves politely perch Wrapped in coco-white cloaks Wad-Abraq* called his wife And all her friends too In bridal procession they drew Their pals in ‘brassiere’ trooped In uniform ! The band of love so sweet Eyes like beads agleam Such tiny Tiny gems Footprints Like baking chisel Flapping and dancing.. Proper Cackling and chirping happily Around the rug of sand The morning shade for bedspread Over the spacious bed For pillow the lovely breeze The sparkling brook is laughing The grass grows to share Young palms all around Small kids scream aloud Soft clouds Send a drizzle Spreading wetted talk A flower calls its neighbor .Opening windows of scent Wearing their morning dresses Sleeves purely silk They sing to Peace Long live feathers To spread the Peace God keeps your off-spring God keeps your wing God keeps the trees Always green and flourishing God keeps the rain For health to beat all medicine God keeps the Festival on-the- go Against the wind that may blow Oh please God..This Carnival Keeps on the go Against the wind that may blow Dozing, I see myself fly I saw people fresh, on coaches ‘ I pleased to see eyes gleaming With pleasure, and eagerness It looks as if, they spread diamonds I saw around booksellers Crowds for books Flemish .I spread love…for peace
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