يا شام

 

 يا شام

 

يا شام! أنت الحكاية, و أنت الرواية * أنت البداية و أنت النهاية, لكل الأنام

سبقت الزمان, و كنت الأمان * حملت الرسالة, و أصبحت نجما يضيء الظلام

عليك درجت وفيك نشأت و منك بدأت * إليك انتسبت و فيك افتخرت: عليك السلام

تركتك طفلا, تجاوز عشرا, خرجت بجسمي, و خلفت قلبي * ورائي و حيدا, يأن و يبكي, و يشكو الخصام

و مرت سنون, وراء سنين * فحار الفؤاد, و نادى بصمت: سئمت المقام

غريبا فريدا, وحيدا بعيدا * أعاني الفراق و أرثي البعاد بأرض الشآم

رجعت إليه, بجسمي و عقلي * ركبت الصعاب, قطعت البوادي, رأيت الحمام

و لما التيقنا صمتنا سويا * كأن اللقاء, أضاع كلينا, و جرد جرحا لحد الحسام

مشينا نجوب, حواري دمشق * نسائل عن أصدقاء قدامى, فلم ندر كيف نصوغ الكلام

تساءلت: ربي! أهذي دمشق؟ * عروس الشآم, ملاذ الكرام, ليوم القيام

وجوه حزينة, نفوس سقيمة, بيوت قديمة * مداخن سود, تبث السقام, سماء أطلت تلف لثام

دمشق الحبيبة, دهتك المصيبة * فأمسيت حيرى, و أصبحت ثكلى, رموك اللئام

بسهم أصاب, صميم الفؤاد * عنيد, حقود أراد انتقام

دمشق الحبيبة: جفاك الصحاب, و طار الأحبة, عنك بعيدا, يريدون مأوى, ولا من مقام

بأرضك حتى, يزول الظلام * و يبزغ فجر, جديد قريب, يعيد الكرام

إليك سراعا, ليبنوا صروحك * ركنا فركنا, يعيدون مجدا, لأم حنون, سلاها المنام

دمشق أراك, بأطياف حلمي, أكاد أصدق, أني رجعت, لحضنك, ثم يزول المرام

رحلت بعيدا, بعيدا بعيدا,  وأحسب أني, سأبقى هناك, و تبقين أنت, حلما جميلا, ليوم الختام

 

النسر الجريح البعيد

 

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24 Responses to يا شام

  1. Saad says:

    فعلا هالقصيدة رائعة

    بس نفضى شوي لازم القصيدة هي تتحول لشي مثل هيك:

    • Good to see you on the blog man! Yes, we should do that. Tell me when.

      I got a new subscription note, was it you?

      Thanks for your participation.

      The Soaring Eagle

      • Saad says:

        Maybe in the weekend. We have to do the recording setup all over. It’s been months.

        Hopefully the CATS won’t bother us during the recording:)

        We might need suggestions for songs as well.

  2. Saad Muradagha says:

    ما شاء الله
    قصدية رائعة جدا جدا

    بعد ما مشيت عليها شي 5 مرات قدرت لاقيلها لحن ظابط مشان تصير نشيدة
    هي حتما لازم نغنيها بحلفة العيد
    شي رائع

    سعد مراد آغا

  3. جمان says:

    السلام عليكم..
    دعتني (خالة فاطمة) الحبيبة إلى هذه الصفحة الجميلة. وإن كنتُ ممّن لا يجيد الإنجليزية الأدبيّة ولا أتمكّن من تذوّق نصّ مكتوب بها، لكنّي وجدتُ بين الصفحات حرفاً عربيّاً فاتناً.
    ..
    تماسكتُ عن البكاء هنا بالكاد:
    رجعت إليه, بجسمي و عقلي * ركبت الصعاب, قطعت البوادي, رأيت الحمام
    و لما التيقنا صمتنا سويا * كأن اللقاء, أضاع كلينا, و جرّد جرحاً لحدّ الحسام

    ولو أنّي لم أعرف (دمشق) إلا في زيارات قصيرة جدّاً، لكنّي أعترف أنّ لها رائحة تختلف تماماً عن مدينتي (حلب).. رائحة تجد لها مكاناً في القلب والذاكرة، ولا تنزاح منهما.

    تحيّة طيّبة لك.

    * فقط، أظن وقع الموسيقى اختلّ هنا: سماء أطلت تلف لثام، لو أنها كانت (اللثام) لكانتْ أعدل برأيي.

    • EarlyEagle1 says:

      شكرا على القراءة و التعليق. مع الأسف لا أعرف حلب, و لكنها أهلٌ لقصيدة ممن زارها و أدرك عراقتها و جمالها.

      هنالك عدد من القصائد العربية في المدونة (بعضها بالنبطي!).

      معظم القصائد بالإنكليزية غير المعقدة (وهو العرف في أمريكا الشمالية).

      الاشتراك في المدونة يتيح الحصول على رسالة عند كل إضافة جديدة.

    • EarlyEagle1 says:

      One more thing: poetry touches people’s emotions and may make them cry, and that’s ok. It’s actually a testimony to the poet that he did a good job. So I would not recommend holding the tears back. Allah Makes us cry and break in tears for a good reason.

  4. فاطمة says:

    كما قال يمان: عاجزة عن الكلام بعد رسالتي رشاد ويمان.. اللهم احفظهما وحقق لهما كل ما يسعيان إليه برعايتك وتوفيقك..أليس رائعاً أن تقرأ هذه الأخوة بعد عمر..

  5. Rashad Kanbar says:

    When I read it the first time, my fingers were ready on the keyboard (as usual) to write a quick reply (as an obligation to comment and respond) and get moving with my day. Well, it turned to be a very different experience. It took me three long days to be able to respond. Many things went rushing through my head. The feelings, the thoughts, the shock, the astonishment, the lack of words and expressions; and the elevator feeling. Have you ever tried to push the Amazon through a narrow pipe?!!

    I picked up the phone and called one of my friends at the embassy to get me a new passport (since mine has no pages left); made a booking to Damascus and took a decision to go there and made up my mind to break this barrier. I did not visit that city for the last 20 years!! Yes, 20 long years.

    Wow Yaman. It’s not that you touched a sore spot only! It’s much more than that. You managed to influence a very much over due decision. You managed to keep me silent for days (which is really next to impossible). All I can think about is your words; how passionate, how descriptive, how well chosen and how true they are.

    I am not sure that I want to put all what I am thinking about in here. It’s just too much and way too much exposure. However, these words are just to say how much such a poem from someone like yourself can affect people around you. I’ve always thought of you as my brother, friend, mentor and genuine advisor. Time goes by and my belief in your has never changed. You are really one of a kind.

    رحلت بعيدا, بعيدا بعيدا, وأحسب أني, سأبقى هناك, و تبقين أنت, حلما جميلا, ليوم الختام

    People leave their happiness, and turn around looking for it in their misery!!

    I really pray that one day, me and you will go to Dimashq, visit that old alley that opens to an amazing garden (very few people know that place). Sit there, enjoy the aroma of history and speak our thoughts without even talking.

    One last thing to say; me and you went through a lot together and alone. However, many of your mentoring and advices did create who I am now and still ringing in my ears.

    Thank you brother for so many things.

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Rashad,

      Your honest words made me speechless (and tearfull). I’m glad the poem had such a positive effect. I don’t think I deserve all what you mentioned about me, but thank you! I too consider you a dear brother and a very close and special friend. I too have learned a lot from you. May Allah bless you..

      Yaman

  6. Abdurrahman says:

    I like it soooooooo much because it rhymes well, and I like the ending so much.
    And It is creative.

  7. فاطمة says:

    فاجأتني( قليلا) يابلال..وهكذا يمكن القول أن الكل يكتب… الكل يكتب.. اللهم لا تجعل سطورنا على ماء..
    لكن:
    “…I told Yaman something about Dimashq that I prefer not to repeat and don’t like it
    now.. But it reflects our feelings at the moment.. What I told Yaman still echoes in my head every time the notion of Dimashq and returning to Dimashq comes up.”

    Do not count that much on our intelligence brother.

    • earlyeagle1 says:

      Bilal has a point about Dimashq, but i hope no one takes it as he hates Dimashq (nobody is allowed to hate Dimasjq on this Blog:-). He has mastered, over the years, how to manage his expectations and emotions. Not an easy art!!

      Yaman

  8. Maria says:

    like it 😉

  9. Bill Saleh says:

    The night before our departure, I went with Yaman to buy falafel.. I drove the VW van that Iqbal bought.. I did not have a driver’s license.. We both were a little afraid that I would get caught.. Yet we tried to enjoy the ride and toured our neighborhood, not knowing that we won’t see it for a long long time.. If ever. Yaman was calm and confident and enjoying the ride.. A mukhabarat car was cursing the area.. I think they suspected from my look, i guess, that I was under age, so they chased us, we managed to escape.. It was our neighborhood and they were the strangers.. Yaman remained calm and confident.. I don’t remember whether it was in the car or after we got home that I told Yaman something about Dimashq that I prefer not to repeat and don’t like it now.. But it reflects our feelings at the moment.. What I told Yaman still echoes in my head every time the notion of Dimashq and returning to Dimashq comes up..

    Over the years, I managed to detach myself from Dimashq emotionally, and totally lost my feelings towards it.. Not sure if this good or bad.. Nonetheless, this emotional detachment, I think, has liberated me, especially when I hear Iqbal romanticize about Dimashq and read his poem..

    Yaman’s emotions towards Dimashq were not visible until recently.. Judging by the intensity and depth of his words, I think these emotions have been brewing inside him for a long time..

    I think I will keep Dimashq as an idea or a concept in my head.. I still have some nice memories that I prefer not to spoil by seeing today’s Dimashq.. Something that life taught me is that there is absolutely nothing certain in life.. The only certain and constant thing is Allah.. And those who tie their lives to Allah can be certain..

  10. فاطمة says:

    إلى سلمى

    كيفك عمة سلمى.. يبدو أنك بدأت ممارسة النقد بتمكن.. لا تغيبي..

    وأنت يا هاشم، شيء حميل أنك تتابع بابا ..أليس شاعرا؟

  11. أحمد جبري says:

    للذين لم يعاصروا من الشام إلا هذا الوجه الكالح.. في أبياتك خالو رثاء يردّ إلى الأذهان.. أنّ ثمة أرضاً خفقت على
    جنباتها ألويةُ الكرامة، وعبَق فيها عبيرُ الإسلام بعزِّه و إبائه.. و أنّ أوفياء للأرض عمّروها تعمير الناصح القوي..
    وقد وعد الله: ستعود هذه الأرض إلى الصالحين من عباده..

    عمل ممتاز خالو: هذا الموقع 🙂

  12. Salma says:

    Very well knitted,
    the words fit together like puzzle-pieces, or chain-links
    Which allows it to flow smoothly, all in one go
    Very vivid imagery and appeals to the reader’s five senses, allowing him to be part of your experience…

    و لما التيقنا صمتنا سويا * كأن اللقاء, أضاع كلانا, و جرد جرحا لحد الحسام

    This is one of my favorite, so expressive and so vivid and I think most people can relate to it, because that is how most people feel after a long parting.

    يزول الظلام * و يبزغ فجر, جديد قريب, يعيد الكرام

    This one also is particulary vivid, metaphors of nature usually are, specially if they are well-expressed

    رحلت بعيدا, بعيدا بعيدا, وأحسب أني, سأبقى هناك, و تبقين أنت, حلما جميلا, ليوم الختام

    This one is the saddest of the lot, You know how they say a perfectly happy ending, this is a perfectly sad ending, the drama in it is very well portrayed.
    It is a story, with a begining, a climax and an end…
    One of your stories…

  13. Bilal Kanbar says:

    I sometimes doubt that a place (or a person) ever was as they are in our memory. My theory is that we really long to ourselves when we were at that place or when we were with this person. These memories are actually of us and the rest are the scenery.
    Still, a touching poem that hits a sensitive cord in our hearts. Congrats on the website and the well-chosen words Ab-Hashem 

  14. Lubaba says:

    True, Vancouver is beautiful however الشام has or had a certain beauty that even surpasses Vancouver’s, I don’t mean the nature rather what was described in this poem, for once I actually wanted to visit this country, maybe a hundred years ago though, this poem makes it sound as if it was a country one could’ve called home…

  15. abu adeeb says:

    l0ve it too , I second hashim , some line are long ; even though , they needed to be long ..
    I still think that vancouver , is the ultimate beauty..I like to hear about her..

  16. Hashem says:

    I love it….!!! it is so creative.The words are so big some of them i did not know the meninges.But stel i love it.

  17. Maria says:

    مبارك الموقع يا خالو ..!
    ربما سيجمعنا هذا الموقع من جديد عبر هذا العالم الافتراضي الواسع
    لن أكتمك …الصورة لخصت القصيدة …
    وفقت في اختيارها تماما …
    تحياتي

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