Groom and bottom algae

To the martyr Abdul Khaleq Mahjoub

D. My generation Abdul Rahman

We waited for you on the thorns for a long time

And we panted in the hot fields,

Acacia and palm trees

You were thriving in the arms of the revolutionary Mahdi,

A sword

The deprived drink it,

Drops of honeycomb in summer

It was a sword... red-edged... polished

And crowds singing to the breezes

How sadness poured out

On the fluff of doves?

We trembled... and rose up

When I was about to leave

* * *

Soldier helmet

Hot, like a fire tank

The sun is emitting its light

Above the remains of the day

In straw houses

And clay,

The streets were asphalt

Darkness opens its mouth

And the barricades,

Defender

And we ransomed you... We disappeared

We celebrated with guns

And We have saved you a song

And a martyr and a martyr!

The bottom algae was uprooted

And silence is rooted

And silence,

The roots

The banner rose to the sky

Angry

Bold

* * *

O crucified one,

And the mythical race... is coming

Epics of the era

And the days for the world... fuel

Offerings go around

And flutes, tambourines

O groom of deceit

And the party

Wishes of Qatuf

Sword fist measured

The people shook it...and they stood up

In the transparency of the heart We have covered you with an arrow,

And decisively

Do you see the wind blowing?

Or sunset jellyfish?

Or mirrors...water?

Water them with lush roses!

That warm July

Once again he comes

O winds of martyrs

The most disgusting sadness!

* * *

High forehead and pursed lip

On the wall of the trembling room

I can feel the longing running through my blood

The orphan disappears and shivers

Like trembling sidewalks

In the hungry eyes

* * *

A wind howled

Memories never dry up

Lines that sounded like shots,

And the spectra drift

Oh January

Oh the people's rage, "O mother of braids"

I went to see

Smiling lips

And the world is good news!

* * *

Don't say

The party made a mistake

And Hashem

He didn't bargain

However, this is a major oversight!

And talismanic things

Don't say

Beautiful words are ashamed

A teardrop resists

* * *

My father and mother

Today I remove my anxiety

- Oh my uncle

How can he fall in love once...to smell me?

He was a revolutionary, communist by pen

- He's rock solid

- And the sky... when the age collided

I waded into the sea of death eagle.

He wanders to the top

Good evening

Deep into the night

So sleep

* * *

We waited for you on the bloody thorns

Just as a blind man longs in the darkness

O groom of martyrs

Your stabbed child, July, is in heaven

Preserve your glory and love the poor

And I ransomed the people... always

Fire and dreams of nightshades

To the martyr Abdul Khaleq Mahjoub

Dr. Gilly Abdul Rahman

1 Vision

And I will see you through the important nights

And the indignities, the long distances

You carve the humpbacked walls... in the silence of the shadows

My scream echoed against the limestone...communist, communist

I know the depth of quackery, and the depth of quackery

Rough words in drunken rooms

And the conscience of gentlemen critics,

Spring manicure colours

No frills now, the letter is guillotine

- Ladies and gentlemen

The executioner spits in the face of the fighter

False witnesses, and similar men

I forgot the whisper and the suggestion

Forms of separators

Let them mourn in brothels... over high art

2 Curve

What a good-natured person...and a fool

Here I am at the bottom of the chains

And snakes are like the fangs of darkness

She spits poison on Sanabel's face

Has summer passed? And I taught him

The story of death that rose to fight!

And the autumn of life... it whistles on

The murmurs of the wind... in the withering poplars

The soul returned to its sorrow, and it closed

In the wall of silence, joint pain

Have you come back to us... like a tooth?

When the swings of the guillotines terrified me

The masses drank and drank

The sound is great and the field is full

- Oh good shouter, how we miss you!

Good evening, cheers for your homes

* * *

The spring is no longer unbent

My heart is sensitive to the beat of the scythes

What is manaya? It's our destiny

And the expanse of the sea... the embrace of the coasts

I don't blame the tears if they fall

The loneliness of palm trees, and the dreams of nightshades

I don't blame the night, the star fell

The dawn rises, the barricades, the gondolas

O poet, the torches are lit

Then a vengeance, rocks, and streams emerged

3 Who is Tariq?

Abdul Khaleq!

O hands of God... They said, “I was lost without a canopy.”

Where did they float the lemon flower?

And perfume is gardens?

They set up gallows for the sun!

- Oh my love

Joy emerges from the prison of the cocoons

And I saw the killers

Like trench rats

And the roar of the guillotine

Like the joys of Al-Bayariq

Khartoum was poetry....

The night lights fires