A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret suffering, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and cries escape, they sound like beautiful music. | Kierkegaard
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Thursday, November 4, 2010
LAPSUS CALAMI
From Allah, whom you all love
originated the world
for the good of humanity
Your heroes have died for it in the name of the laws of your country
to the most obscure victims of modern warfare
Countless have suffered and died in your name
A name usurped by others! How many victims of resentment
of aspiration, of ignorance
have died blessing you and wishing you all happiness!
Land of the Pure, beautiful and great
Is the country when her sons
At the call of the battle
ever ready to preserve the ancient land of their ancestors
Furious, superior, when from her throne she beholds the outsider escape in panic
but when alienated in opposing camps
they destroy one another, when anger and rancor destroy the fields
the towns and the cities, then she in disgrace
Tears her garments and, hurling away her scepter
laid on bereavement for her dead
Whatsoever then, be your circumstances
Love her always and yearn nothing but her good
.
Ye who have thou lost your hearts ideal
Ye who desire to love but find no one worthy
behold your country, adore her! Love her, yes
but no longer as she was loved in previous times, with the way of vicious virtues
Deprived and condemned by proper morality and the natural law
Obliteration and cruelty, no, a radiant dawn is on the horizon
softer and more serene, the herald of life and peace, and the real dawn
the indication of happy and tranquil days
What a shame that most of your countrymen
and the vicious life that they lead, the idleness
and meaningless conversations
disillusioned by this milieu
they adhere to political parties
against their belief
or seek notoriety
at the cost of money and self respect
Not on their own merits
but with feast and exhibitionism unaware
that such notoriety is a burning scrap of paper
leaving only ruins that after-wards tarnish and destroyed
You have been born into a society
Whose political existence is fragmented
that you can have no other option
than to acquiesce or to expire
Your sense of right and wrong must decide which is to be chosen
Cast your trust to Allah and in the sincerity of your intentions
If desiring and having desired the good brings misfortune as a reward...
What are you to do?
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