Posted on 04/29/2002 9:10:45 AM PDT by swarthyguy
Saudi ambassador to the UK, Dr. Ghazi Al-Gosaibi’s poem on the praise of the martyrs of Palestine caused a stir and led the British foreign office to express its displeasure.
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 London-based Arabic newspaper Al-Hayat on 13 April. Titled “The Martyrs,” it praises Ayaat Akhras, the 18-year-old Palestinian girl who blew herself up in a Jerusalem supermarket on 29 March, killing two Israelis and wounding 25 - an act of sheer desparation against the “Zionazi” occupation and onslaught on the remnant of Palestine.
You are the martyrs
By Ghazi Al-Gosaibi
Translated by Zafarul-Islam Khan
God is witness you are the 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
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 you 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
1- The Prophet’s daughter.
2- Faqih: jurisprudent.
3- Fatwa: legal opinion.
Witless are you markers
So witless profits for saudis
You did to Gore at the word of my Lord,arafart.
kick hind quarters sending the b@stard ascending
Did you commit suicide? No such luck.
preferring life of the living; dead to under 16 & sundry
People are dead,
but We’ve turned important
so much that Cnn sends for us
We crept until creeps divorced us from blame
We prostrated until our prostates swelled against us
We hoped that guy from Hope (yo,disgust!)
Paid from our Trust, would in the white house
whose parts overflow on the carpet
with his toe sucking ho (Barb at the door?)
until the ho cried: Stop! You have worn me out!
People, we are dead but dirt refuses to embrace us
I hurl Ayaat!, O’ thanks that feels better!
Al, fetch me a towel 'for ah kick your azzzz.
When pair of goners, creaming of my people, are cast rated for next hollywood feature
A beautiful [woman] stands up to the criminal
She kisses that dude with a smile
While leading fleas away from death
Pair of deuces opened its gambit for you and gooped
fatman Al-Zawahiri was your pimp
Tell those fat wads: hang one
Many a fat wad fills havens with bangers
When rihad calls, CNN needs to fall silent
And so pens books and faxes
When rihad beckons, no facts is sought
Fat wads in the day of rihad is blood (far as I'm concerned)
1- The Profits larder.
2- Facts: negligable.
3- Fat wads: legal tender
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