Mahmoud Darwish in Jean-Luc Godard's Notre musique--(2004)
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Mahmoud Darwish in Jean-Luc Godard's Notre musique--(2004)
Speak to her
like a flute speaks to a
fearful string
on a violin.
~ Mahmoud Darwish
The poet wrote the title of his poem.
He was tired like a severed head.
Alone like a desert falling into the sea.
Lonely like a grave, waiting for a corpse stolen by thieves.
When he attempted to write his poem;
The head besieged him.
The desert surrounded him.
The corpse and the grave mocked him.
And the thieves captured him...
~ Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen
Wanted to buy you violets this morning,
But friends were hungry,
So, I bought them bread,
And wrote you a love poem.
~ Mahmoud Darwish
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you.
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
~ Nizar Qabbani
And place me like an ivory comb
in the darkness of your hair… then forget me.
~ Qabbani
Nobody is asleep on earth.
That boy they buried this morning cried so much
it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.
~ Lorca
When the moon sails out
with a hundred identical faces,
the coins made of silver
weep in your pocket.
~ Lorca
–Alphaville: A Strange Adventure of Lemmy Caution - 1965
Dir. Jean-Luc Goddard
Aur tumhe sonchte huye aksar;
Meri cigarette hui hai raakh yunhi...
Often I kept thinking about you;
While my cigarette burnt itself to ashes!
It is the goal of my life
to write poems
that are claimed by children.
~ Mahmoud Darwish
I walk
and in my pocket
a message in a scarlet envelope
beats like my second heart.
~ Abdulla Pashew
Another day will come, a womanly day.
Songlike in gesture, lapis in greeting and in phrase.
All things will be feminine outside the past.
Water will flow from rock's bosom.
No dust, no drought, no defeat.
And a dove will sleep in the afternoon
in an abandoned combat tank
if it doesn't find a small nest in the lovers' bed.
~ Mahmoud Darwish
I went to the coffeehouse
intending to forget
our love and bury
my sorrows,
but
you emerged from
the bottom of
my coffee cup,
a white Rose.
~ Nizar Qabbani
On a simple sheet of paper, the moon sent these simple lines to the sun’s house: “after all these years of waiting for you, I feel too shy to ask: why don’t you marry me?”
And the sun, by way of one of the stars, replied: “after all these years of hiding from you, I don’t want to tell you: I don’t dare.”
-- Kajal Ahmed
“We need an angry generation
To plough horizons
To blow up history
To blow up our thoughts.
We need a new generation
That does not forgive mistakes
That does not bend.
We need a generation of giants.”
~ Nizar Qabbani
I don’t know how to become one with you.
If you’re heaven, then tell me.
I will kneel to every god.
If you’re hell, then tell me.
I will fill the earth with sin.
I don’t know how to become one with you.
If you’re an invaded soil, then tell me.
I will make my skin your flag.
If you are, as I am, a gypsy.
Draw a border around me,
and make me your country.
~ Abdulla Pashew.