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 حصري أشعار فخر الأجيال on English In the name of God the Merciful Peace be upon you and Allah's mercy and blessings Collection of poems of His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum, in English  At first I’d loved to choose I pictured the dreams This poem was written on the occasion of the graduation of Sheikh Mohammed's two eldest sons, Sheikh Rashid and Sheikh Hamdan, from the Royal Military Academy, in Sandhurst, England. Rashid and Hamdan, the dreams of a bright tomorrow And I pictured the dreams - Rashid and Hamdan One named after the one whose name is bounty The other named after Hamdan bin Zayed Al Nahyan People of high rank, their name renowned Heroes in kindness, and in adversity also heroes Saw them, in my mind, whilst still in cradle As leaders of justice and loyalty And raised them as a lion his cubs Lanners, never prey for hunters Hour by hour, guided them to the goal A father advising his children, shaping men Rashid, I prepared for dark nights And pride, Hamdan, purpose and vision I congratulated, by them, Zayed, to whom they pledge allegiance And congratulated Maktoum, the people of Dubai, and brothers To be countinue    |
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27-01-2010, 04:34 PM
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عضو متميز 
 | second Challenge I went west and won, who seeks love to the west should go And the esteemed rose high to their renowned status Whoever desires must endeavour Today has glory, forget the glories of the past Between a lion in his lair and a lion coloured With blood, the difference? Guides you the bloodied tooth Oh scribe of glory, of those who attain it write Our youth who bear its flags and banners Immoderate rider, be not downhearted nor outraged We accept only first and are always leading From my love of hardships I am elated when more difficult I am accustomed to hardships, eager to confront them I exhausted the unyielding land without tiring I exhausted the birds in the sky and my accusers I win and never am beaten, how can one win and be beaten? And whoever challenges winners must beat them At zero hour even a veteran Knows confusion, fear and panic If increased, his worries, he eats not and does not drink And if extended beyond limits, his worries, never sleeps We were, and they were, swiftly galloping Land is the saddle, the reins and the bridle Horses understand who on their backs rides If he is determined, steadfastly pulls the reins We won and all Arabs by our victory win This victory we present to nations and rulers To Be countinue | |
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27-01-2010, 04:39 PM
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عضو متميز
| Third In your Eyes... In your eyes lies ardor, refusal and ease In your eyes I sensed reproach I saw in them the shaft of death sinking Into my conscience as I lost my way Blame me not for past events But reward with forgiveness my misdeeds instead In you I believed and in destiny's judgement Each thing in this world has a reason for being Oh my beloved, between us both intimacy and reserve In our love we exchanged suffering Who can heal when there is no doctor, no cure Nor one who knows the healing power of plants? How I tried and tried to meet you I tried to near you The echo of me came not from your direction Who can respond to this voice when my presence is an absence? Oh angel dearest, the eyelid fled Sees sleeplessness in my eyes and stays well away | |
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27-01-2010, 04:47 PM
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عضو متميز
| The Moon of full Moons Greeted me and said, "Welcome." Beautiful, enhances light with light From her desired the desert gazelle Her eyes, her neck and her reserve I believe no other on earth Rivals her beauty, I believe no houris Her face, all beauty A moon, unlike other moons Her voice a melody so sweet Unmatched by songs of birds Her scent the flowers makes shy There is no like in perfumes From her my pains and woes And in her my life and happiness If the poet saw her, forgotten His words of poetry "Transfer your tents to the desert Let beautiful women alone in palaces" | |
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27-01-2010, 04:50 PM
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عضو متميز
| Love Has No Prince My moan is from the pain of a dangerous wound Would not sleep my eyelid, nor for me sleep's comfort The moan of one from his tribe captive Echoes moans enthralled, wounded Or like the moans of one fractured, splinted And splints their breaks never favour I suffer from the cry of a broken heart And from thrusts and great torment Endearment writ deep inside my heart Always mine in my presence and absence No and no without you! There is for me never another Oh my agony from you, oh from you my agony See me, pierced by passion Ever full of cares or troubles and despair You experience me and you are in my love experienced And love between us, yearning or reproach Love, oh my lord, has no prince And you, oh first among the fair of graceful neck If only from your letter would come a promise That may comfort my heart, even a word of reproach Judge me not by a blamer's words Like a guard he passes by, or like a mirage Oh doe-like, oh eye of wonderment, Eye of baby lanner, or eye of oryx The light of his cheek is as lightning's light Or the full moon revealed through clouds Full of figure, yet the waist is slender The braid is black as the rook. Upon his shoulder swims like silk Spread and when winds blow it ripples Oh messenger of goodness, quicken your pace For you in favour reward bounteously. | |
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27-01-2010, 04:52 PM
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عضو متميز
| How I Persevered I heard on the phone but saw not A voice which awakens the crippled and sick With prompt greeting commenced and I acknowledged Oh my good fortune and luck Oh addax, seeing you, I am overjoyed And the affection of your voice and tone Love such as yours I have not seen Commanding the midst of my soul and breath And I am obedient to you and submit Obedience of a camel when taken by the rein Oh master, always dear, though imperious still dear You are cherished above all others At dusk and in the evening I met One who has the aspects of white gazelle When they approach or you towards them come Extend a welcome to one of gracious descent Fruits of closeness I did not taste And I pity them, this last year Futile for the prisoner, a wish Nor relieves the oppressed, a tyrant Oh how I persevered and how I wished And intimacy, prevented by constant absence Your intent is absence, or do you pretend? Or to condemn me to death is your aim? To Be countinue | |
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27-01-2010, 04:56 PM
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عضو متميز
| I am patient... I am patient with them, and patience endured I may for my patience receive favour Because of a beloved for whom the heart weeps The flood of the eye did not cease For him the heart in its lair quivered Seeing the prey high in the sky Of the finest complexion, in his appearance perfected Like roses in a flowerbed blossoming He has upon him like nightfall descending When his locks tumble to his shoulders His eyes, the eyes of the kohled lanner And a cheek lightens lightning its sheen Of trim abdomen and slim waist A body embellished as detailed I forever cry over him and summon And my heart suffering did its anguish intensify And his love permeated all through me And crept through all of my veins Invaded me your love and love may kill Suffers in love my heart and in its loss I love you above all others Obey and hearken with care Oh my friend, one such as I suffered a great deal Invaded by love potently and apace Worries deep in my heart accumulated And depart solitarily or in bursts It is a tradition in Arabic love poetry and songs to use the masculine pronoun or possessive term (he, him or his) when referring to a woman To Be countinue | |
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27-01-2010, 04:58 PM
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عضو متميز
| And you, in love, my soul torture How great my patience! From abandonment, Oh beloved From my soul's abidance of the burdens it suffers You are love... and all- encompassing And you, in love, my soul torture Oh my love, in this world, without you, who do I have? How onerous ever life's trials and torments The essence of your love all women's beauty exceeds Oh queen among the deer Have mercy on a lover trimmed to illness by yearning And whose wounds confound doctors My plea is yours, a plea irreconcilable From me, a wish, just once you may grant Simply beholding you a few days Lays waste the grief which on my soul weighs As if from your eyes the shafts of death are lanced And from your army's horses threaten me, their knights If, oh angel, these affairs content me Beware then days of water tainted The cheek, in midnight's black aflame Casts light upon a house long deserted The eye a Lanner's eye, for hunting reserved And I am in the bloody talons snared No! Alas times past desolate And exhausted them in vain the pillars of my feet To Be countinue | |
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27-01-2010, 05:01 PM
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عضو متميز
| Take my eyes and through them see you How can you forsake one who with all his soul adores you? And you, serene, night and day Lost in sleep, his cry wakes you not One in his love so ardent Abandon hope, he who in love aspires to you Always yearning for you, his life's desire ever Knows his love and sacrifices his soul for you Do you not fear your Lord, in your prayer and your fast? 'Til when, oh my heart, in your neglect You are forerunning your love with the wind in your sails Have mercy on the afflicted enwrapped in your love's torture Oh my love, does your conscience not reproach you? I pine for persons returning memories of you And I, rapt, attend their tales for your news Would that! The accuser reproach me not for loving you Take my eyes and through them see you To Be countinue | |
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27-01-2010, 05:03 PM
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عضو متميز
| I hear the echo of your voice I hear the echo of your voice amidst the clamour of the crowd And passion carried it to the heart's core With you I set aside distress and despair And your love in my heart is deep-rooted I wander in a sea of waves crashing And estranged, and I forget my intimates sitting with me Your closeness is a balm for the soul and the breeze wafts And your presence happiness, compensates for gloomy nights Oh you of rosy cheeks and ruby lips! Shines your brow in dark nights! The eye, eye as a bracelet in its breadth And with these eyes he hunts expertly Baby lanners, feathers golden and rippled Blonde in rarity, people are obsessed Glows your cheek like lantern-light Or the ray of the sun before sunset Neck of a gazelle sitting solitary in seclusion The grace of the antelope which feeds along sands Grazes pastures, in which flowers respire Crops the grass in a pasture, securely As if it cuts the heart with a sharp knife Scything grass which is dry My longing and emotions for him Like the fire on which we roast Fire blazing up, blown by strong zephyr Campfire, tamarisk wood from it sere As long as I live I will never give up Bond of hope, or until I die Your image pursues me whenever I am drowsy And dominates my surroundings and feelings are kept within And I go astray in a desert with no destination And I go astray in a world mysterious To Be countinue | |
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