يا ليل خلِّ الأسيرْ تَ يْكمِّلْ نواحُو
Oh Night let the prisoner continue his mourning
رايح يفيق الفجر ويرفرف جْناحو
Morning will come and wave its wings
تَيَتْمَرْجَحْ المشنوق في هبّة رْياحو
Swinging the hanged in the blow of its winds
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يا ليل وقِّف تَقَضِّي كلْ حسراتي
Oh night stop.. so I can finish my mourning
يمكن نسيت مين أنا ونْسيت آهاتي
You might have forgotten me and my sorrows
يا حيف كيف انقضت بيدك ساعاتي
How my hours just passed by
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شمل الحبايب ضاعْ واتكسّروا اقْداحوا
The beloved are shattered and their glasses are broken
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لا تظنْ دمعي خوف.. دمعي على اوطاني
No fear sheds my tears but my country
وعا كَمْشة زغاليل في البيت جوعاني
and little hungry birds back home
مين راح يطعمها بعدي وإخواني
Who would feed their hunger after me and my brothers
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شباب اثنين قبلي ع المشنقة راحوا
Two young brothers were hanged
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وبكرا مراتي كيف راح تقضي نهارها
And how will my wife do
ويلها عليّ وويلها على صغارها
her sorrow for me or hers for the children
يا ريتني خلّيت في أيدها سوارها
I wish I let her jewelery in her hands
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يوم أن دعتني الحرب تا اشتري سلاحو
when war called me to buy my gun
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ظنيت لنا ملوكٍ تمشي وراها رجالْ
I thought we had kings with men
تخسا الملوك إن كانوا هيك انذال
Shame on them they should belittled
والله تيجانهم ما يصلحوا لنا نعال
And their crowns are lower than our soles
This poem was written by whom is called Awad (عوض) ..
His notebook was the Akka prison wall.. and his pen was a piece of charcoal..
He wrote it mourning himself at the night he was hanged by the Brits in 1936..
I can't describe how touching this is, where I consider it the peak of pride fighting fear. He didn't know he will outlive himself with these words.
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