ترجمة لقصيدة ابراهيم عتيق (ابي عبلة):بقلم Jamal-Prof Ali Assadi

 

Jamal-Prof Ali Assadi

السلام عليكم

هذه قصيدة الأخ والشاعر والعزيز ابراهيم عتيق (ابي عبلة):

The Sects of Gloominess

In our hands we did not have gold

To scatter away,

Or a palace and a fort to display.

The Romans we have never conquered

In their West;

And never to us

Had the kingdoms submitted in the East.

In our dry pasture we lived,

A desert it is,

That could not be settled

By humans or Jennies.

Then came Mustafa Al-Hadi

And us taught:

All are alike;

Rather, brothers who never fought.

Preachers to the whole world

We became,

Guiding the defiant;

They no longer remained the same.

Our law was the key

To the hearts of creation;

We had no prestige

Or authority that were an intimidation.

Kings we became

In the earth enjoying esteem,

Our canon was Justice

And guidance was our address.

Nations feared by all

To us surrendered,

Our morals took control,

Religion and Quran, as well.

How many waving banners

In the sky were raised,

And consolidated as pillars

For the sons of Islam?

When from the nobility of their goal

They turned away,

Into the mud

Their feet and legs

were slipped.

In their wake

The sects of gloominess ruled

Led by the fake

Rulers or schoolboys.

Each other they fought and failed;

Their wind vanished;

Heresies they created

And their creed

Did not fairly preserve.

Unity they did not achieve,

A homeland not maintained,

Their hatreds floated,

And their history stained.

They left no shame

Which brought them defame

But embrace.

To rule a strip,

Their honor they did dump.

Our enemies they brought;

Shame for what they brought!

Then, they were removed,

And with disgrace they were revealed.

No sooner had they ruled

Than they nibbled our land,

Our honour they besmirched

While the nation was tongue-tied.

The heart is in woe

And in embarrassment the chest is

And the throat is in a sour;

Herds we are?

Us everyone slaughters

And bombards,

Of our blood the sea is

Flowing and outrageous.

The earth us vomits,

The water drags us,

Our drowned victims increase

And tears create a flood.

In their countries,

The East and the West have bliss

While we in disgrace

Have no grace.

If it weren't for a little of faith,

My soul

Wouldn't have survived;

And in my chest

The fire would not have appeased!

Friday 12-11-2021

Written by: Ibrahim Atiq (Abo Abla)

Translated by: Jamal Assadi

طوائفُ الشُؤمِ

ما كان تِبْرٌ بأيدينا فننثرَهُ

و لم يكن عندنا قصرٌ و إيوانُ

لم نَملِكِ الرومَ في يومٍ بِمَغرِبِهِمْ

ممالكُ الشرقِ ما يوماً لنا دانوا

كنا نعيش على مَرعىً لنا يبِسٍ

صحراءَ لم يأتِها إنسٌ و لا جانُ

فجاءنا المصطفى الهادي و عرَّفنا

أن الجميع سواءٌ بل و إخوانُ

سِرنا دُعاةً إلى الدنيا بِرُمَّتِها

نهدي العصاة فما عادوا كما كانوا

مِفتاحُنا لقلوبِ الخَلْقِ شِرعَتُنا

ما كان جاهٌ لنا يُخشَى و سُلطانُ

صِرنا ملوكاً لنا في الأرض هيبتُنا

العدلُ دَيدَنُنا و الرُشْدُ عُنوان

دانتْ لنا أممٌ الكلُّ يرهَبُها

أخلاقُنا حكَمتْ.. دِينٌ و قرآنُ

كم رايةٍ فى السما خفَّاقةٍ رُفِعَتْ

تَوَطَّدَتْ لِبَني الإسلامِ أركانْ

و حينما التَفَتوا عن نُبلِ غايتِهِم

في الوحلِ أقدامهم ساخَتْ و سيقانُ

طوائفُ الشُؤمِ في أعقابهم حَكَمَتْ

و قادها لَمَمُ الحُكَّامِ صِبيانُ

تناحروا .. فشِلوا .. رِيحٌ لهم ذَهَبَتْ

قد أَحدَثوا بِدَعاً و الدينَ ما صانوا

ما حقَّقوا وَحدةً ، لم يحفظوا وَطَنا

أَحقادُهم قد طَفَتْ ، تاريخَهُم شانوا

لم يتركوا سُبَّةً إلا بها وُصِموا

كي يحكموا مِزَقَاً ِمن أجلِها هانوا

أتوا بأعدائنا ، تَعساً لما جلبوا

وبعدها خُلِعوا ، بالعارِ قد بانوا

لم يَلَبَثوا زمَناً .. أرضاً لنا قضموا

عِرضاً لنا هتكوا ..و القومُ خُرسان

القلبُ في كمَد و الصدرُ في حرَجٍ

و الحلقُ في غَصَصٍ.. هل نحن قُطعان

الكلُّ يذبَحُنا و الكلُّ يقصِفُنا

و اليم من دمنا قانٍ و غضبانُ

الأرض تلفظنا و الماء يجرفنا

غرقى لنا كثروا و الدمع طوفان

الشرق و الغرب في بُلدانِهم نعِموا

و نحن في الخَسْفِ لم يُرفَع لنا شانُ

لولا بَقِيَّةُ إيمانٍ لما بَقِيَت

رُوحي و ما انطفأت بالصدر نيران

إبراهيم عتيق

إبراهيم عتيق

(أبو عبلة)

ابراهيم عتيق (ابي عبلة)