Arkamani for a revolutionary Sudanese rooting of Sudanese culture
Before you deny me, hear the story of the south and the north
A tale of enmity and brotherhood from ancient times
The Arab carrying the whip that paralyzes the camel
The shape of every sore
Stadiums of swords and spears
He settled on the desert of Sudan
Like autumn... according to the Sunnah and the Book
He destroyed Soba... and established “Sennaar” in its ruins.
The other one has a “Tiraab” bracelet.
He carries his ambition and his plan on his travels
And two dates in a bag
And genealogical trees
I met him in Takli, in the green canal
In Kaka, Tijan Al-Aqar and Al-Alyab
Brunette's truth was revealed
In the wombs of every mother a child is born
From your great grandfather's daughters
From what was seeded by the sperm of the Bedouins
Among them were the Fur and the Funj
And every face is charcoal
And a thick lip
And disheveled hair was spread on Ahab
A great truth, as naked as an elephant and a crocodile
Like the mountain above Kassala, you have the right answer
He who says in Sudan is a liar
I'm honest..
I am pure sweat..
I'm pure..
Yes, a liar
Malawal is a “rabih” voice that says in my tongue
Rabeh Zeina Cangik
And the proud leopard of Gork.. a wren cub
"Abdul Fadil" the Nile crocodile
And the rigid heart of my country
O Malwal, your cousin
And "fixed"...
When the response feels his ribs
At the end of the hose
Maybe it had something to do with your mother
And the proud son of this people..
His eyes.. his tongue.. his conscience and his hand..
The great Ali..
A pleasure from your people
Statement crash
However, its tones still permeate the air
It still energizes the ether
I hear it with the permission of Walt Whitman saying:
Live as brothers.. despite everything, brothers
They fell in love with this house..
This great country
Its echoes echo in my blood
O garden of many flowers
I smell in you the fragrance of the beautiful future
When everyone meets
In the meeting of the sweet white with its exciting blue brother
I wait for the day they accept
Arabs, Beja and Nubia
And Fajlo, Baria, and Barta
And Benqo, Zaghawa, and Ambro
We became divided, Dinka, and Tabusa
And Acholi, Nuer, and Masalit
And Anuak, Latoka, and others
To the Bush, each of them gives guidance
But fondly
His little thing
And the day it prevails in Sudan
The voice of reason...the voice of justice
The voice of knowledge and respect for others
Think with me Malwal
What glory will we create together on the banks of the Nile?
What glory if our two intentions were aligned
He wanders in our green meadows like an abyss.
God fills the eye
It pleases the heart
He shakes the sky with his horns
Think with me Malwal
Before we have a crazy estrangement
In the name of Azza is hollow
Or in the name of paying off a debt
Enemies tempt her with what her fathers went through
So we say Baraa.. We are from her
We shake our hands
Open, O wishes of the people
About a future we mean together
And about the bliss of the north and the south
About the freshness of brotherhood in these two
A day when there will be no dams and borders between us
A day when our grandfathers will not be tortured in their graves
No religion..
No the original..
Nor does the stranger seek
No stupid crime..
No snitch creeps
Like clay in the two hearts
Think with me Malwal
The late Sudanese poet
Salah Ahmed Ibrahim