مضايا

Madaya

Abdul Salam Mohammed Al-Rawaihi


In the name of Allah, the Beneficent,

Passed sadly embracing the melancholy and reconstructing the calamities and riches
He went hungry, wrestling with wars, and being betrayed by betrayal and denial
And he will be overcome with injustice and injustice, and the heart of her heart will be slain with malice
And her face rises and shagged and saddened and obscured her goodness conquering the folds
Hunger almost kills her repeatedly and rubs the crap and the mattresses
And when it is painted with a eye, it looks like the body is like a cornea
He wails from fears and is a bereaved and famine in the corners
He calls and governs hunger, cold and despondency
And from the left are the remains of a loaf where the heap remains with the senses
My body is torn and my body is cracked and it looks like a victim
Blood in the ground is stoned, and a child wrestling with him in the wilderness
An appeal fills the world with noise, but not in a hurry
Madaya any wounded solution in you and the planting of humiliation and benefits
Who killed children in her youth and who threw bombs and shrapnel
One of the women who is deprived of her womb is her son
And it is from Hatek who is protected in protecting her by uncovering the jackets and taking the girls
And the destruction of mosques in the memory of God and the angles
In the land of the Levant, rejection was rejected until the people of its year were victims
And the Magi and the Nazarenes have given protection to the Jews and to the prostitutes
Pope Amr how many massacres of the pure and violated Sabaya
In Daraa they set up the sword and did not care for the rights of the Praia
In Duma, the purity of purity is hardened and in Banias he is represented by the people
And Homs son of Al-Walid has moaning groans and no supporter nor companions
The oppressor goes on the narcissistic narrator of criminality and recited the tales
He dwells in his land with a race and a beast, and is filled with great sins
And the Lord of people hates him, and exposes him in sin,
And take it by taking the Ezz and prevents him from providing gifts
And pour water into the water until death is longed, or it is shed
There is no death, but the length of the fire stays with the senses
Madaya long Lilk and your darkness of the Pan of bad intentions
The sons of Oroba see you in Kruub, so the karabites will not find you
I see them looking and what is the point of their consideration and what sings the complaints
For our Creator, we will reveal hidden sorrow and raise our prayers and complaints
And we watched from him support and victory and dowry Najftni Safaya
We come with the beautiful patience of the beneficent altaf gifts
And the page of the oppressors turns away from us and we rejoice in the glory and in the captivity
Poetry: Abdulsalam Al-Rawaihi