Nasser Al-Mohammad - a poem - O Arab Rebel

D. Mohammed Nasser

To the rebels today in Tunisia and Egypt. And to the Arab revolutionary coming from other Arab countries 
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O Arab revolutionary. 
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O Arab rebel ...

You are in prison ...

Is tied

Nightingale your soul?

Tied with chains

Stray horses of your dreams

They claimed they Onqdhuk

And free the Giwdk

Cup of wine!!

What narrower prison

What more cup!!

A cure for the combustion and the ribs

Not from the flames of thirst

Raging you ...

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O Arab rebel ...

Trivialize everything

To the roar of swords

Some of them now ...

What a blow for concealing the next

Sanazel myself in the beginning

Your test yourself

More difficult than in others you will know!!

Getting ahead and blow my sword,

What comes from me

Paralyze the attention of the victim

The dead man

Die of terror ...

Before its junction with the deadly strike!

I plan .. . How Samsk Moggi

Rush

If drawn to the beach

Estimated flowers ... To fight

I will be a dead man!!

AFC Assar and deer

Out of fear ...

No tournament

How fighting

But how to get out, alive from the battle

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O Arab rebel ...

Any promise

Re Albulabl

Of the cage now

After the launch of wing?

How to give a promise?

But you are afraid

Sliding life

On the surface of the battle!!

Of the legs continue to focus

In a pool fire

By basing the dates?

Are you in the "slippery say ...?"

Or the confidence of iron

Best shield for its owner?

Drink the nectar of stay

Fortifying the soul

Against pandemic Alrdy?

How was given a promise

The eased back from a stab ...

Many at the time of the appeal

Behind the appearance?

Stab unsuccessfully

While searching for a stable,

It is not only important loyal!

Setback from the horse?

And not a horse (horse)

Touhdtma and how?

Do overlapping spirit of your horse

Now in your soul

So you believe in deliverance from destruction?

You are solely

I was fighting

So as not to be dead

Oh this inherent stability

Forget the football ground its

You took your legs

Stand tall in the

And got out of the running Aqraba

Time ...

O our teacher ...

You taught us

"Everything will be"

Not impossible

.... To the triumph of the nation.

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