Singing isolation against isolation
Al-Sadiq Al-Radi
The light also seeps through transparently
Towards the sea surface
It is loaded with the scents of the prophetic moon
The epitome of magic
singing great ecstasy,
The fragility of the elements in the compositions of light,
Spirits rise in waves
She chants silver
Some of the properties of water
A thread of foam smoke
In the whisper of the Psalms
And the whisper of singing on the lips of poplars
If they swim between the bottom and the surface
A space of serendipitous dread
No color
Where silence is the opening of inner existence
State of the sea and water law
Take a ray of sunshine from the window
And soar in the spaces of absence
To eternal departure
There is no place for you now
God lives in all places
A face that lights up the alleys
A street that extends through a piece of bread - the impossible food
To the clothes of the poor -
What's waving through the windows?!
Do you see a lover's handkerchief?
The color of the sea
Tears of youth in the breast of a lover
With the taste of fire
Dripping
And the birds complete the dew
On the dream balcony
Blocking the horizon
She searches for her childhood with the memory of vast space
And the canned dawn in the shelves of silence
And the hidden language of singing on the pores of the grass
And the trees hidden in tree statues
Sadness does not choose tears as a clothing
It is called crying in dictionaries
It is something that is exposed in the crumbs of the soul
It passes through the great fountains of blood
He escapes the confines of dark matter
Nothing perishes in the ocean of color
Or it appears as a gel in the spaces of nothingness
Sadness in us is a creature that walks on two legs,
A circle floating in the void of the universe,
Erased by the ray of silence
The reassuring memory of stillness
How silver strands reject light
Bubbles that are rejected
Between the woman of Razzaz
A sign of the wind in the boy's rain
Lighting in the water
A thread of dew drops
Magic
Prayer
Structure
Rainbow?!
That's the secret of the universe
To see in every good thing
A sign to God
And the majestic divine magic
That is the secret of justice
things to explode,
reveals its holiness,
You see in something that was a possibility
Then the treasures open
The land was saving wheat
For her children
Poor people who only have dirt on themselves.
Tell those who spread injustice - in the name of God - on the streets
God is in the fire of tears
And in the bread rows
And the carts
And markets
And the rooms are destroyed
The sea... O voice of maternal women,
Drought... the silence of men and mothers,
May God never die
How did what yesterday become stinking air?
An unpleasant smell
As the air was good
A wind that establishes the major street data
A fragrance against that smell
What a similar night to last night!
Everything we sing
On Nile Street
absent,
And folded in the waves forgotten,
Wreckage
In harbors or as food for algae
In the sound sliding to the bottom
And in the silence of far distances
We are in an hour of grief
And times of bereavement
emotional emptiness,
National
Now we won't cry
But who will bargain for the coming tomorrow?
What will we lose?
We ranked countries
Only see the face of oneself in the mirror
A woman is the language of ash..
She betrays her lover and does not fear the lights of day.
Don't trust the heart
Love hurts
While it is useful to move in stillness
In the spaces of the ego
Consciousness of formation
And the creativity of the individual as a whole,
Equivalent to launch authority
Determine the location by referring to it by name
Break up the gel
And hack the secret
Open the windows of things
Dedicate to fine details
Power
Dreams and memories are destroyed
And semi-puppets - dolls and friends!
Don't trust the heart
So that light shines on all spaces
And stare well
Choose your place and burn where you left off
You're blood high now,
And you are the ignition - the fire
The censer of anger
You are then the light of the coming moment
I am you
We are the people and the street
And the columns that extend the asphalt
My voice, your voice
Cracked rust in the seats
And the collapse of Parliament
I didn't say it was a scandal
It could be seen under the sleeves of the robes
She was exposed in the wrappings of the turban
And the fake beard extension
Why didn't you say?!
The buildings elongated
You emptied your hungry children on the dirt of the sidewalk!
You know they are against you
Against us
Against me
I know that I will remain against the power of the subconscious
We are now deep into the issue
Fire center
And on the margins it remains
The hidden power of language to attach to the void
Yes, we will forget everything they do
And say
We will crucify them naked with nails
On the portal of history..
Then we spend the days forgetting
And the legendary, majestic silence
You are not of light to forgive
You are made of clay to be built
So build me a house
us
For you
For the little ones coming
There is no justice on earth
Let our blood be the standard
If the sky was opposite the earth
Let the blood be on the ground
God said, “Be.”
Then we were
Did we check completely?
Of the existence of the self in our souls
Against formation
And the creatures are released?!
We are breaking out of the great siege of isolation
Let's write about the song of great solitude
But we are struck by sadness
It's time for us to step out into the silence
And at the bottom of the question?
Dedicated to Magdy and all the flowers of Sudan that were burned prematurely
Noureddine Mannan
They killed you, his sons... his love. Love does not kill
So I left like days... like dreams... I wish the injustice would go away
***
O Kushite, they were thoughtless when they came to you as a thief
So you left the place, the time, the beloved and the tribe
It's time to leave, and your bereaved mother prepares for you the Harira, the blind woman, and the Adila
The Tatars attacked you while Khartoum was pregnant with impossible songs and wishes
***
What remains of the time of love and remembrance during the Tatar era?
What remains except catching the wind in the dead time?
How did the darkness come to Sudan... confiscating its sun, the ghouls, in broad daylight?
What happened to Sudan, the father of that beautiful group?
Where are the kings with tambourines?
Where are the robots who engrave letters on the rock?!
Where is the noble Taharqa?
Where is the horse in his soul, Abdul Fadil?
Where is the intercessor and his companions? Where is the genius loftiness?
Where is the Imam and where is Abd al-Khaliq al-Mahjoub? Where is al-Azhari?
Where is the boy Abdul Latif... and where is Joseph Al-Afif?
That ebony boy with a light shadow
Where is the Samhari texture?
***
The Tatars attacked, and neither a goose nor an uncle nel brooded in the house
Woe to Sudan, which has deviated from orbit
To the void without saying goodbye or wailing
The people did not stand up for his thief and did not sniff the glaze
He greets Halfa...on the palm trees
I cry for myself...for the long silence
Should I cry over Omdurman or should I cry over Azza Al-Khalil?
What a shame! I wonder who I cry for!
I cry for the one who left the country as an immigrant
Or who spent time behind prisons with perseverance
Whoever destroyed the throne of injustice shook the pulpits
He who is steadfast on principles is patient
Mahmoud Al-Khasal makes him cry and is rebellious
He who walks towards death flies like a bird
I wonder who I cry for!
I cry for the lion of evil
I cry for your great pain when it rises
He kicked the insult and disdained
He burned the intruder with his army when he slandered
I cry for the railways and Atbara
I cry for a homeland lying in ruins
Covered with wounds, Hattam complains to the Lord!
***
If the paradise of eternity is Yemen
Sudan is not a homeland
Tame a passion for every art
The Nile and the richest rivers
Oh, I love the country
He has guided me... He has guided my body
***
Rise, O Kushite, like a phoenix from the ashes
History and glories were revived from Oued Louad
Arise, shake the spacious earth, for it is pregnant with Zad... that is, Zad
And hold on tight, Magdy’s mother.. We are all Magdy and your love is increasing
Shaking the palm leaves, we come on top of the horses
With the tar, the gargar, and the tambourine, every seductress dances for my glory in my country
There is no time for sorrows, do not wear mourning clothes
These are songs of struggle, each rhyme calling out:
This is the Bridegroom of Glory, rising above the heads of enemies
***
Don't be alarmed, mother, if the siege lasts for a long time
Those lofty foreheads will not bow like the lighthouse
You will not bend to break
The time for brokenness has passed
Don't be frightened, sister, by the Tatar soldiers
Tomorrow your boy will return from across the seas
Like thunder, like clouds carrying... home
Khartoum will have its knight and the dust will settle
About two lovers embracing in amazement
They blamed each other in the horns of the Nilein in broad daylight
Don't be alarmed, mother, if the siege lasts for a long time
Tomorrow the Tatars will be defeated
Sudan achieves the most wonderful victory
***
It is the same at death as a dwarf or a king
Tomorrow the Tatars will be defeated, and you will remain despite the Qanlik's will
A wound that lights the path to the imminent dawn
***
His children, you are here, you will remain alive despite the injustice
And they will go away like smoke, like the wind, and you will live
A childish melody echoed by the throats of the good-natured boy