Lies of Women قصيدة بعــنوان حديث اللاء وهنات

A Poem for Young Smokers قصيدة حول التدخين بالمؤسسات التربوية

We are not Defeated قصيدة بعنوان ﻻ نهزم

I am a Moroccan قصيدة بعنوان مغربي

The Camels of Su'daa قصيدة بعنوان فحل سعدى

The Poem of the Sahara قصيدة الصحراء المغربية

  أرض خــــــيــــــر          

     يا خيـــــــــــر أرض بأرجــــــــائي****مـــــن حبــــــــــــــة الرمل صفراء

أخبــــارك القلــــب قد شدت****حيــــــث التقــــــــــت كل أصداء

مـــن زهـــــرة طمـــأنت ليلى****أنـــــــي بســـــــــاتيـــــــــــــن علياء

صـــــدري ربـــاط حمـــى دورا****فــــــــي رحبـــــــها نـــــــور بيضاء

رفــــــــراف أعلامـــــها يزهو****يذكـــــــرك مـــــــــن فخر حمراء

أنا عبـــــاد متــــــى نـــــــــرضى****ما مغـــــــــــــــــــرب دون صحراء

بالأمــــس جنــد مشوا سلما****أم غـــــــــارة مثــــــــــل خضــــراء

مـــن خلفـــــهم فـــلذ أكباد****يســـــعـــون خطــــــــــــــوا ببيداء

فـــي كفــــــهم حرف قرءان****ﻻ فـــــــوق رمــــــــــــــــــح لأعداء

ترنــــــو إلى وصــــــل أرحــام****فــــي خطــــــــوة تحـــــــت لفحاء

أيامــــــنا الغـــــــر ﻻ تنـــــــسى****تلقـــــــــين جــــــــــــــــــــــــــد لأبناء

أن الحــــدود التـــــــي ترسم****وهـــــم و قضــــــــــــم لأجزائي

أرضي و من وجــدها ضمت****نبضــــا علـــى عيـــــــــــــــن حوراء

في كـــــــل ركـــن ترى ضوءا****شعـــــــت بهـــا نفـــــــــس أحياء

و الأم فـــــــي حضنــــها ربت****تســــــــمو بأخــــــــــــلاق سمحاء

نـــــزداد شكـــــرا على شكـــر****ما لمــــــــنا فـــــــــــــــــرق أهواء

إن المـــــنى مغـــــرب يــــرقى****حيـــــــــث العـــــــــلا فــــــوق آراء

هـــذا الذي قيـــل في شعب****مـــــــــــن باطل صنـــــــــع بهلاء

ســـــل واحة ثــــم كثــــــــــبانا****و الريـــــــــــــح من عمق فيحاء

تخــبــرك و النخـــل في طلع****هــذي بـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــلاد لآبائي

هــذي جبـــــــــــــــــــال و ذا يم****كـــــــــي تكتـــــمل كل أنحائي

لم أنــس طبـــعا علــــى رسل****أختــــــــــي و ياقــــــــــــــوت لأﻻء

و العيــــن منــــي و لو غضــت****تبصــــــر و ليــــــــــست بسوداء

يا مـــــن له العقــــل لم يفتن****هل ننـــتـــظر بتـــــــــــــــر أعضاء

فاشهد لنا العيش في سلم****كــم نجتــــــــــــــنب ذات إذكاء

كــــم مـــــن كريـــم لنا يصرخ****أصبـــــــــر و لو زاد إيـــــــــذائي

ﻻ القـــفر ﻻ الروح قــــد بيعت****بالرغـــــــم حاولـــــــــــت إغرائي

حتى و لــــو صـــــرت فــي عجز****أو رنــــت مــــــــن بعــــــد رعشاء

فالأصـــل تــرب بـــــه الرحبـــى****و الرمـــــــل يكـــــــفي لإثرائي

مـــــرت ثلاثـــــون فــــي رمش****مـــــذ ضـــــــاع جيــــــــل بغوغاء

أمـــــا السنـــــــون التــــي تتلو****مأمـــــــــــولها خيـــــــر أنـــــــــباء

يا مفـــــرقا عـــــد إلى رشــــــــد****فالدار فـــــي صفـــــــــــو أجواء

يكــفـــــــي تنـــــاولت كم سم****فــي التمـــــر مــــن عنـد عجماء

    

Wickedness, clamorous say, officious, ravages o' time:

The Saharan parts o' the Kingdom are no other nation,

Wisdom escapes you, feel shame, a pretty imagination!

Blind your nebulous eyes with obscure thoughts that mime.

This is rash talk, since a home in the Kingdom is a tent,

A grandam inside it warms all her offspring with care

Teaches them, loves them, and certainly sets them aware:

That dust storms do not make a mighty like thee bent!

If a generation is born, seeks freedom, yet has been enervated

What is the reason for which it bears this punishment?

For some kins are with arms, ready for enlistment,

Though theirs fathers urged them to have Home venerated.

In truth, and on the ground, there exists no dispute

But a frozen battle, and no one has gone to war or fought

A shrewd member, an old mad, thought the matter ought,

Led thousands o' hungry brains to repeat a silly lie and impute.

No real wise man fights and knows this is not his land,

Until this man is wise enough to die without a trace,

To be removed afar with every coming wind to face,

And man will weigh not even some loose sand.

The Sahara, the Arabs and the Kingdom are one body,

Call your poets, compose your chants and engage

Where is the piece of proof that quietens the sage,

If every dune knew my name far below the Golden Wady.

The Sahara is my mother, the intimate place of birth,

I was there before I was born, and so was my grandfather,

The nomad who does not stalk like does the other,

For he dwelt in peace, friendly, praising and full of mirth.

فـيصل بن محمد الشفاقي شاعر المملكة المغربية Fayssal Chafaki (Poem of 2005) 2012

The Truth

I remember her eyes when she talked to me one evening

No, it was an afternoon, midday, or maybe one morning

Was it daylight, or the night, I wish sincerely I could tell,

As I saw darkness, and the sun was there, or heard a bell.

I spent an age to realize what was meant her shrewd look

Describing her dark eyes I simply read every single book

From Deor to the Pair, from the Rime to a certain Letter,

I turned every page, followed every word, and did better.

One eye is the planets, the stars, the universe so immense

The second eye, truly I do not know where to commence

Before I met her eyes I used to have wings and I could fly

Due to strange gravity, I hover now between earth and sky.

I still see those eyes when she talked to me of a pure love

That pretty morning, evening, or when the sun was above

Which time if I am asked, all that I could really remember,

It was cold during the month of June and hot in December.

Gazing deep into those pairs of dark eyes I lost all gesture

For what I saw that day or that night is beyond my capture

Enough is when I met her glance of fire for the first time

An eternity was gone and rewritten anew with this rhyme.

She told me, as we sat, the sweetest words I've ever heard

A gentle breeze blew, her lips moved and mine were gird,

Too close we were that I could feel her warm breast beside,

And her quivering heart when she spoke: be ready to ride!

A horse with wings, strong and able to chase the swift wind

To travel across skies and take thy kind steps near to Hind,

To show thee from above her high dwellings where she plays

Her girlish game, and where she hides, and who she slays.

I ran from her once but it is impossible for me to do it now

I came back and fell into her arms, not asking even how,

My end, my torture, my lasting pain started with her kiss

To begin a weird journey for me, to fear the chance to miss.

Miss, madam, lady, girl, dear, my beloved one or whatever

Thou, if my heart is sinking now, are my love, I would never

Betray thee, though my love seems lost and I am confused

Not my heart that stands for thee and my body has refused.

She told me, asked me: if men are to be loved, for one thing,

Not their treasures are found, or had they died for the Ring,

Nor even heroes of some wrath or famous who tried the Light

And great for them was that they lost the final decisive fight.

When do men love, and they are sure, do they truly mean it,

Or, but for men, love is no longer than a very quick minute?

The truth, my lady: a man keeps in love and dies for the best,

Where always the Love of the One exists within a solid chest.

Poems of Youth

Summer 2005

Fayssal Chafaki

فيصل بن محمد الشفاقي

February 2012

I want Your Eyes

 

She keeps the light of her room lit from a distance,

This lovely country girl who is not in bed right now,

As I am alone, and watching hers for every instance,

She still keeps the light of her room for me to know.

A kind of love she tries to send through this message

If it is not behind a dangerous game or some purpose

Than to tie one’s lover to her feet for the whole age

And to wish but to die together in peace, I suppose?

My country girl left me now before blinding darkness:

A shy gleam, when she showed, was my remembrance

Her beauty, let me speak the truth I see with frankness,

Is to heaven her golden and shinning eternal entrance.

My lovely country girl lives in the other side, so far

I can always reach her, for the light she turns is near

It guides me into dimness to where the red roses are

To pick only one rose that is to my heart truly dear.

Then late and deep into the darkness of the same night,

No one is awake, but an owl, even she whom I adore

For she sailed into her sweet dreams far from ashore,

Until she became lost from view and totally out of sight.

I never thought a day would come two lovers are apart,

Like a dream in a dream, it ends, and we open our eyes,

We see the day, without dreams, is so bright unlike lies,

And hardly can we bear the pain or each other to depart.

When you are dormant, my girl, and I have no company,

Only little scattered stars which really felt some pity

Over a poor wanderer, miles away from the city,

Who will show him the way as the stars are many?

When darkness has the right to invade, it has reigned,

I lost all my strength to protect this heavy love,

I want your eyes to be next to all the stars  above

Do not close them, I feel weak, if I move, I faint.

(Poems of Youth Period, Spring 2004)

Fayssal Chafaki فيصل بن محمد الشفاقي

The Moroccan Poet

2012

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