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
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التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة عبداللطيف أحمد فؤاد ; 28 / 09 / 2008 الساعة 13 : 10 PM.
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مديرة الموقع المؤسس - إجازة في الأدب ودراسات عليا في التاريخ - القصة والمقالة والنثر، والبحث ومختلف أصناف الأدب - مهتمة بتنقيح التاريخ - ناشطة في مجال حقوق الإنسان
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
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
التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة عبداللطيف أحمد فؤاد ; 28 / 09 / 2008 الساعة 30 : 07 AM.
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