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20 عاما من العطاء و الصمود
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Goethe and Islam

    A Song to Mahomet - Mahomets Gesang

    See the mountain spring
    Flash gladdening
    Like a glance of stars;
    Higher than the clouds
    Kindly spirits
    Fuelled his youth
    In thickets twixt the crags.

    Brisk as a young blade
    Out of cloud he dances
    Down to marble rocks
    And leaps again
    Skyward exultant.

    Down passages that hang from peaks
    He chases pebbles many-coloured,
    Early like a leader striding
    Snatches up and carries onward
    Brother torrents.

    Flowers are born beneath his footprint
    In the valley down below,
    From his breathing
    Pastures live.

    Yet no valley of the shadows
    Can contain him
    And no flowers that clasp his knees,
    Blandishing with looks of love;
    To the lowland bursts his way,
    A snake uncoiling.

    Freshets nestle
    Flocking to his side. He comes
    Into the lowland, silver sparkling,
    And with him the lowland sparkles,
    And the lowland rivers call,
    Mountain freshets call exultant:
    Brother, take your brothers with you.
    With you to your ancient father,
    To the everlasting ocean,
    Who with open arms awaits us,
    Arms which, ah, open in vain
    To clasp us who are craving for him,
    Avid sand consumes us
    In the desert, sun overhead
    Will suck our blood, blocked by a hill
    To pools we shrink! Brother, take us.
    Take your lowland brothers with you,
    Take your brothers of the mountains.
    To your father take us all!

    Join me then!
    And now he swells
    More lordly still; one single kin,
    They loft the prince and bear him high
    Onward as he rolls triumphant,
    Naming countries, in his track
    Towns and cities come to be.

    On he rushes, unrelenting,
    Leaves the turrets tipped with flames,
    Marble palaces, creation
    Of his plenitude, behind him.

    Cedar houses he like Atlas
    Carries on his giant shoulders;
    Flags a thousand rustling flutter
    In the air above his head,
    Testifying to his glory.

    So he bears his brothers, bears
    His treasures and his children surging
    In a wave of joy tumultuous
    To their waiting father's heart.


    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe: Selected poems. Edited by Christopher Middleton. Boston: Suhrkamp/Insel Publishers. 1983








                  


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