In Memory of a Real Man…
The Palestinian Hero… Al-Hakeem George Habash
UK 16/2/2008
The striver's departure
Poet: Iqbal At-Tamimi
Translated by: Adib S. Kawar
He deserted us
But to tame his platform he refused
The dean of strivers
Deserted us…
With the pleasure of harvest in his hands…
With orange's wounds
dressed he was…
To wash his cross…
From the blood of a defeat…
A thousand resolutions for its birth conspired…
Halleluiah…
For a victory a feather wings it sprouted…
Tribute give to the man…
To fly the price was
his leg's amputation…
The sky
with jewel like dewdrops embroider…
To welcome the free prisoner…
O sky…
Al-Hakeem* arrived…
Arrived cuddling his honor and identity …
The harvesting season came…
Pregnant with sorrow the spikes were…
Hoping the shame
in its womb to miscarry….
The lover of Palestine died…
Died on his feet…
Died like a Palestinian olive tree…
Died who tore his voice's whinnying …
To heal his harp's raucousness…
Like autumn's browning leaves…
His pains fell…
While the cause he was embracing …
From a trench to another
he decamped…
Intoxicated he was
with life's longing
and half a glance…
Al-Quds'** braids he saw
From a hole in its wall…
Al-Lid's son a heritage
in our bread he left…
In the almond tree's navel…
his bride's dowry he left…
A crescent and a cross…
A scalpel and an anthem…
Patience and exile…
A handful of sugar and salt…
And a chain of pains…
Like a bracelet…
Al-Hakeem left us
An aging cause awaiting its knight…
Singing
while its wounds it was mending…
Praying while
the sons of the dollar it was cursing…
To mend the sky's wounds it reverted…
And your wounds…
widening…
deepening…
burning…
And blazing…
In his pockets the stings of fire
and gunpowder he gathered…
Hail and Rejoice.....
Oh Sky…
The clouds' battalions you joined…
On Palestine violets you rain…
Rain scent on Al-Lid's scarf …
Mercy you pour
On churches and mosques' domes…
Al-Fateheh** read from the sky…
On Deir Yassin's babies' skulls…
And the blood of those buried
Under Jenin's debris…
And the blood of Ibrahim Al-Khalil's** house martyrs
spilled while in prayer…
Kneeling they were praying
for mercy, happiness and relief…
Asking God they were
riddance
from assassins
that from every door they attacked…
Oh Sky....
The sea they dried…
Fired their hatred's swarms
to put under curfew the clouds…
The ground they pulled…
From under the young's feet….
And every book's page
they poisoned…
From the sky pray
for mothers without children…
And for stones dozing
in our youngster's hands…
And a dawn that tore its shirt
on the long nights doors…
To announce his guiltlessness from Joseph's blood…
Pray…
For the eleven thousands war prisoners
in the enemy's dungeons
left to be tamed, but never…
On anticipation's doors
crucified they are…
Pray for eyes never from weeping
they get satisfied…
Because death without a homeland is victory…
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*Al-Hakeem – George Habash, the doctor and wise man
***Al-Fathah – The first Sourah of AL-Koran
**Al-Quds -- Jerusalem
****Ibrahim Al-Khalil – Prophet Abraham
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