The High Spears

The High Spears (الرماح العوالي)

Ar Rimah Al’awali


It is very old poem by Safieddine al holi (1276 - 1349)

سل الرماح العوالي عـن معالينـا
Ask the high spears about our backlash

وا ستشهد البيض هل خاب الرجا فينا
And make the elderly our witness if you ever lost hope in us

لما سعينـا فمـا رقـت عزائمنـا
When we preceded, our determination never softened

عما نـروم ولا خابـت مساعينـا
To achieve what we desire and our efforts never failed

قوم إذا أسْتُخْصِموا كانوا فراعنـة
A people, if they oppose you, they become Pharaohs,

يوماً وإن حُكِّموا كانـوا مَوازينا
One day if they rule; they act like scales

تدرعوا العقل جلبابا فـإن حميـت
Arm yourselves with a mind like a loose gown;

نار الوغي خلتهـم فيهـا مجانينا
If the fire of the battles gets heated they become deranged

إذا ادَّعَوا جاءت الدنيا مصدقــةً
If they demand, then the world will accept as true

وإن دَعَوا قالت الأيام آمينا
And if they supplicate, the days will say Ameen

إنا لقوم أبت أخلاقنا شرفا
We are the people whose honourable manners

أن نبتدي بالأذي من ليس يؤذينا
Refused to inflict harm on who does not initiate it

بيض صنائعنا سودٌ وقائعنا
White are our deeds, Black is our reality,

خضرٌ مرابعنا حمر مواضينا
Green is our spring, Red is our past

لا يظهر العجزُ منا دونَ نيلِ المنى
Weakness will not be shown by us until we gain death

ولو رأينا المنايا في أمانينا
Even if we see death in our dreams

We Will Not Go Down - Michael Heart

A blinding flash of white light

Lit up the sky over Gaza tonight

People running for cover

Not knowing whether they’re dead or alive

They came with their tanks and their planes

With ravaging fiery flames

And nothing remains

Just a voice rising up in the smoky haze

We will not go down

In the night, without a fight

You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools

But our spirit will never die

We will not go down

In Gaza tonight

Women and children a like

Murdered and massacred night after night

While the so-called leaders of countries a far

Debated on who’s wrong or right

But their powerless words were in vain

And the bombs fell down like acid rain

But through the tears and the blood and the pain

You can still hear that voice through the smoky haze

We will not go down

In the night, without a fight

You can burn up our mosques and our homes and our schools

But our spirit will never die

We will not go down

In Gaza to night 

We will not go down