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النادي الملكي للأدب والسلام
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بقلم الشاعر المتألق: السفير د.مروان كوجر .
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"مَنْ يَنْسَاكَ يَوْمًا سَيَنْسَاكَ دَهْرًا "
لَمَّا مَنَّيْتَ قَلْبِي بِالْوَعِيدْ
أهوَ الْفَرَحُ أَمْ قَرْحٌ جَدِيدْ
أَلَمْ يَكْفِنِي أَلَمًا ؟ وَسِيُولُ أَحْزَانِي تزيدْ
أَلَمْ يَكْفِنِي شَوْقًا .؟ وَآهَــاتُ خَفْقِي تَمِيـد
إِلَى مَتَىٰ ، إلى مَتَىٰ تسقط أوراقي،
وَرَبِيع أَحلامي بَعِيدْ
إِلَى مَتَىٰ يَنْزِفُ جُرْحِي.؟ و دَوَائِـي لايفيـد
إلى مَتَىٰ الْآهَاتُ تَذْبَحُ مَهْجَتِي .
وَفِـي حَبْـلِ الْوَرِيـدْ
وَمَتَىٰ سِـجَّانُ قَلْبِي، يكْسرُ الطَّوقَ الْحَدِيدْ
كم بَكَتْ مِنْكَ الْحَنَايَا، حَالَمَـا جَفَّـتْ تعيٓد
كُلَّمَا أَيْقَنْتُ هَانَتِ، يَـأْتِني أَلَـمٌ جَدِيـدْ
يَفْتَكُ الْقَلْبُ جَزُوعًا، لَا هُوَادَةَ بَــلْ يُعِيدْ
يَتَمَـادَى جَبْرُوتًـا، يَمْحُو أَشْكَالَ الْوَعِيدْ
قد تردى منه صَبْـرِي،
أصبـحَ الصَّبْـرُ بَلِيـدْ
وَكَأَنَّ الْكَوْنَ أَمْسَىٰ، لَا لِصُبْـحٍ مِنْ جَدِيـدْ
يَنْزَعُ الْأَحْشَاءَ مِنِّي، لَا يُبَــالِي بَـلْ يَكِيـد
رَبِّي أَضْنَتْنِي الْجِرَاحْ، صَـارَ لِلْجُـرْحِ صَدِيدْ
لَا عِلَاجاً مِنْ تَرَجِّي، لَا لِفَـرَحٍ مِنْ صَلِيدْ
بَلْ سَقِيمٌ يَرْجُو عَدْلًا يَنظُـرُ الْيَـوْمَ الْوَعِيدْ
يَا إِلَٰهِي أَنتَ عَوْنِي آتِنِي حِلْمِي الْبَعِيـدْ
وَإِنْزَعِ الْآلَامَ مِنِّي أنتَ لي ربٌّ وَحِيدَْ
آتِـهِ يَا رَبُّ هَدْيًّا وارْحَمِ الْعَبْدَ الْعَنِيدْ
فِي بُحُورِ الْغَدْرِ يَمْضِي يَرْسُمُ الْحُزْنَ الْأَكِيدْ
وَبَنَى بِالْغَيْبِ قَصْرًا ظَـنَّ أَيَّـامَ السَّـعِيدْ
قَدْ ضَنَّانِي مِنْ جَوَاهُ يَهـدُمُ الْوَلَـهَ الْفَرِيدْ
وَرَمَى بِالْقَوْسِ سَهْمًا فِي مَصَابِي وَالْوَتِيدْ
مُهْمَلًّا مَنْ كَانَ يَرْوِي ظَمََئَ الْحَرِّ الشَّـدِيدْ
قَدْ تَأَمَّلَ مِنْ جَحُودٍ قَـدْ بَنَى حُلْمًـا بَعِيدْ
إِن غَسَلْتَ الْإِثْمَ تَنجو إِثْمَـكَ نَبَـعٌ يَزِيـدْ
بِقَلَمِي: سُورِيَانا السَّفِير. د. مَرْوَان كُوجَر
Rhyme AA,AA. القافية الكاملة
"Thoughts of a Pen"
"Whoever forgets you one day
will forget you for an eternity."
... When you promised my heart
with threats?
Is it joy or a new wound?
Isn't pain enough for me? And the
floods of my sorrows return?
Isn't longing enough for me? And
the sighs of my heartbeat sway?
Until when... until when will my
leaves fall...
...........................
and the spring of
my dreams is far away?
Until when will my wound bleed ....
......................
and my medicine is
surely ineffective?
Until when will the sighs slaughter
my soul
............................
and in the cord
of the vein?
And when will the jailer of my heart
release the iron collar?
And my desires weep for you every
time they dry up?
How much have they poured into
my concerns
....................
Every time I was certain it was easy
, a new pain comes to me?
The heart is torn apart in despair...
there is no calm, but it returns.
It persists in its tyranny, erasing
the shapes of the threats.
Until when... until when will my
patience extend
..............
. patience has become dull.
And as if the universe has become
No dawn anew to greet the day
It tears my insides from me
Caring not, but plotting away
My Lord, the wounds have worn
me down
To the wound, a festering decay
No remedy from hope remains
No joy from the ashes of dismay
But a sick one hopes for justice
Looks upon today, the day of pay
O my God, You are my help
Grant me my distant dream today
And remove the pains from me
I will not forsake You, O Unique
Grant it, O Lord, guidance
And have mercy on the stubborn
slave
In the seas of treachery, he goes
Sketching the profound sorrow's
way
And built in the unseen a palace
Thinking of the days of joy's display
He has denied me from its jewels
That demolish the unique longing's
sway
And shot an arrow with the bow
In my calamities and the bond's
decay
Neglected is he who would quench
The thirst of the intense heat's array
He has contemplated from denial
Having built a distant dream to stay
If you wash away the sin, you'll be
safe
Your sin is a spring that increases,
they say
With my pen: Suriana
The ambassador, Dr. Marowan Kojar
