Poem in support of the Palestinian martyrs

The Muslem News (UK) ^ | 27-04-2002 | Saudi ambassador to the UK, Dr Ghazi Al-Gosaibi

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Poem in support of the Palestinian martyrs

27-04-2002

MARTYRS VS. WAR CRIMINALS

You are martyrs

Saudi ambassador to the UK, Dr Ghazi Al-Gosaibi’s poem in the praise of the martyrs of Palestine caused a stir and led the British foreign office express its displeasure forgetting that the whole Palestinian problem was a creation of Britain.

A former Saudi health minister, Dr Al-Gosaibi is a prominent poet. In fact his earlier poem ‘A pen bought and sold’ (1984) cost him his ministerial berth. The poem was published by the London-based Arabic newspaper Al-Hayat on 13 April. Entitled The Martyrs, praises Ayat Akhras, the 18-year-old Palestinian [see right] who blew herself up in a Jerusalem supermarket on 29 March, killing two Israelis and wounding 25 - an act of sheer desperation against the zionazi criminal occupation and onslaught on the remnant of Palestine.


God is witness, you are martyrs
So do witness prophets and saints
You died to glorify the Word of my Lord
in quarters sanctified by the Prophet’s ascension
Did you commit suicide? No, we’ve committed suicide
preferring a life of the living-dead.
People, we are dead, let’s listen to the elegy
We’ve turned impotent,
so much that impotence grumbles against us
We wept until weeping divorced us in disdain
We prostrated until prostration sought help against us
We hoped until hope left us in disgust
We complained to the tyrants of a white house
whose hearts overflow with darkness
We kissed the shoe of Sharon
until the shoe cried: stop, you have worn me out..!
People, we are dead but earth refuses to embrace us in.
Tell Ayaat, O’ bride of the Heavens!
All beauty stands ransom for your eyes
When paragons, the cream of my people, are castrated
A beautiful [woman] stands up to the criminal
She kisses death with a smile
While leaders flee away from death
Paradise opened its gates for your and greeted
Fatima Al-Zahraa1 was in your welcome
Tell those who pen fatwas: hang on
Many a fatwa fills Heavens with anger
When Jihad calls, ink has to fall silent
And so does pen, books and faqihs2
When Jihad beckons, no fatwa3 is sought
Fatwa on the day of Jihad is blood.

Translated by Zafarul-Islam Khan, Editor of The Milli Gazette, India
www.milligazette.com

[VOA]

You are martyrs

I guess the author realized that "We Are The Champions" was already taken.

[IronJack]

With no apologies to Abu ben Talhed or whatever his name is ...

Our God is witless, we are dirtbags
So do witness cab drivers and clerks of the convenience store
You died for no good reason at all
In quarters where the street sweeper hasn't come round for decades.
Did you commit suicide? Does the Pope know Latin?
We've committed suicide. But not often enough. We prefer a life of the living-brain-dead.
Let's listen to some unvarnished claptrap.
We've turned impotent. And no heaven-sent Viagra in sight.
Our impotence grumbles against us, and you ought to hear our WIVES!!!
We wept until our noses ran and we got snot all over our burnooses.
We prostrated until ... Hey, maybe THAT'S why we're impotent!
We hoped until Hope Lange left us to make a television series.
We complained to the occupants of a white house, but Bill Clinton was busy in the humidor.
We kissed the ... shoes ... of Sharon Stone until the police caught us and jailed us for being perverts and stalkers.
People, we are dead, but even the earth doesn't want our murdering carcasses. We tried to bury Abdul the other day and the grave spit him out.

etc.

[archy]

With no apologies to Abu ben Talhed or whatever his name is ...

A MUCH improved translation, sir. I'm working up the Esperanto translation from your version.

Mi ja estas dankemaj pro via bonkoreco!

-archy-/-

[sheik yerbouty]

If youse impotent, ya gots to look impotent!

[Rocko]

When Jihad calls, ink has to fall silent

So, when is Al-Gosaibi planning on being the next homicide bomber?

Never?

Probably.

[IronJack]

Esperanto! LOL!!! There's one I haven't heard for a while.