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The Wrathful

O pupils of Gaza . . .

Teach us . . .

A little of what you

For we have forgotten . . .

Teach us . .

To be

For we have men . .dough they become . . .

Teach us . .

How the rocks becomein the children's hands,precious diamond . .

How it

The child's bicycle, a

And the silk ribbon . .

An ambush . .

How the feeding bottle nipple . .

If detained

Turns into a knife . . . .

O pupils of

Care not . .about our broadcasts . .

And hear us not . .

Strike . .

Strike . . .

With all your

And firmly in your hands take

And ask us not . .

We the people of arithmetic . .

And of addition . .

And of subtraction . .

Your wars do carry

And abstain from us . .

We're the desertersfrom the service,

Your ropes do

And hang us . . .

We're mortals . .

Who possess not

And orphans . .who possess not

We kept already to our rooms . .

And we asked

To fight the dragon . .

We've diminished, before youA thousand century . .

And you've grown-Within a month-Centuries . .

O pupils of Gaza . .

Return not . .

To our writings . .

And read us

We're your fathers . .

Do resemble us not . .

We're your idols . .

Do worship us not . .

We engage

Political lies . .

And repression . .

And we build graves . .

And jails . .

Liberate us . .

From the fear problem in us . .

And

The opium from our heads . .

Teach us . .

The art of adherence to the Land,

And leave not . .

The Messiah saddened . .

O our beloved

Salam . .

May Allah render your

Jasmine . . .

From the cracks of ruined

You emerged

And planted in our

Musk rose . .

This is the revolution of notebooks . .

And ink . .

Do become on the lipsmelodies . .

Shower us . .

Heroism, and

And from our ugliness wash

Wash us . .

Fear neither Moses. .

Nor Moses' spell . .

And ready

To harvest the

Verily this Jewish ageis an illusion . .

That shall collapse . .

Albeit sureness we possess . . .

O madmen of Gaza . .

A thousand welcome . . .in madmen,

If they liberate

Verily the age of political reasonhas long bygone . . .

Do teach us madness . . .

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Nizar Qabbani

Nizar Tawfiq Qabbani (21 March 1923 – 30 April 1998) was a Syrian diplomat, poet, writer and publisher. His poetic style combines simplicity and…

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