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The poem of Mr Abdo and America governers
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[frame="1 98"] Mr Abdo the poet and the criminlas of America Iam the sad sea, And my love kills the love tree America is an ocean of evils to me They drink our blood, And from our oil she fed, Israel and devils She is the false news, To justice , freedoom ,toys, America is the death to life She speaks with knife, As The word is her wife The stars hate America, The roses escape from America, The stolen treasures live in America Flowers are killed in Iraq, On the hand of Bush and Isaq Show me a low , Kills birds and children though, They sing in their garden, From Sudan, Nowakshet and Jordan America is the factory to our skin Our skins became bags then, They sold it and win To death of flowers is the foonder TKills bird and child with a rock America here kills liberty as a duck, And says we are prophets what a bad jock Country of Gunpowder To death of air is the founder The seeds hate the soil because of America, And she boils the muslims of Asia and Africa, And eat us during sleeping with Slavica Where are our people? Most of us are pregnant, And give our wives as a present, And dream to see their babies with murderers, We dream to be animals, Under the rule of the soldiers the criminals We dream to find the grass, To eat and drink from our sea tears, Becusae of American Liberty Because of American Liberty We forget the sun, We now live in a narrow cell, We do not know the days, Dark and light are equals Our tongue is cut, Our lips are sewed, Our legs are hanged, The spy is in our nose, And sleeps in our vase The death is in our rivers ways, And the sea blood says, Iam the son of the liberty of America Iam the son of the liberty of America Mr Abdo Ghazala Senbellawan Dakahlya Egypt [/frame] [/frame] |
رد: The poem of Mr Abdo and America governers
الأخ الأستاذ أحمد عبد اللطيف.. تحياتي
كما طلبت مني أخي الكريم راجعت لك بسرعة وبلا مجاملة. بعض المفردات تصوير أو أسلوب التعبير قد أختلف به معك وخصوصاً أن لكل لغة أسلوبها في التعبير ومفرداتها ولا يترجم كل شيء حرفياً كما تعرف. لا بأس بالمحاولة ولكني أدعوك إن سمحت لي بالتوقف عند كل معنى واحتمالاته أكثر شكراً لك مع التقدير والاحترام وإليك قصيدك بعد تصليح بعض الأخطاء الواردة وتجد التعديل باللون الأحمر أتمنى لك التوفيق والتتقدم مع تقديري واحترامي Mr Abdo the poet and the criminlas of America Iam the sad sea, And my love kills the love tree America is an ocean of evils to me They drink our blood, And from our oil it gets fed, Israel and devils it is the false news, To justice , freedoom and toys, America is the death of life It speaks with a knife, As if The word is her wife The stars hate America, The roses escape from America, The stolen treasures live in America Flowers are killed in Iraq, On the hand of Bush and Isaq Show me a low , Kills birds and children though, They sing in their garden, From Sudan, Nowakshet and Jordan America is the factory of our skin Our skins became bags then, They sold it and win Give ma a holly book, Kills bird and child with a rock America here kills liberty as a duck, And say we are prophets what a bad jock The seeds hate the soil because of America, And it boils the muslims of Asia and Africa, And eat us during sleeping with Slavica Where are our people? Most of us are pregnant, And give our wives as a present, And dream to see their babies with murderers, We dream to be animals, Under the rule of the soldiers the criminals We dream to find the grass, To eat and drink from our sea tears, Becusae of American Liberty Because of American Liberty We forget the sun, We now live in a narrow cell, We do not know the days, Dark and light are equals Our tongue is cut, Our lips are sewed, Our legs are hanged, The spy is in our nose, And sleeps in our vase The death is in our rivers ways, And the sea blood says, Iam the son liberty of America Iam the son liberty of America Mr Abdo Ghazala Senbellawan Dakahlya Egypt |
رد: The poem of Mr Abdo and America governers
الأخت الاستاذة هدى الخطيب تحية وتقديرا وشكرا
على تعليقك الكبير وأنا قد أعدت تصليح بعض الأخطاء فى القصيدة ومنها my love kills قبل نشرها والبعض تركتها وهى منsheبدل منit كقول شكسبير عن وطنه فى قصيدة درستها فى الادب الانجليزى Land of beauty Land of kings She is England وأنت على صواب فى الكثير من التصحيحl وأنا لم اترجم ولكن أكتب بقلمى وأقصد كل معنى وخاصة لبعض العرب الذى قد يكون غير واضح للقارئ الأجنبى ولكن للعربى يفهم ماذا أقصد وشكرا لتعليقك الكبير يا ابنة مصر الغالية والتصحيح |
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