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nrItZ8
No.227558
Do not blame me, enough blame is upon me.
There is no good in your blame, nor in mine.
Did you not know that blame is of little use
and that my brother from the north does not blame me?
O rider, if you have seen them, then inform
my relatives in Najran that they will not meet
Abu Karb and Al-Aiham, both of them
And Qais, the highest of Hadramaut, Yemen
May God reward my people with dogs for their blame
Their outspoken ones and the others who are loyal
If I wanted, a horse could save me
You see behind it the horses running one after another
But I protect your father's honor
And the spears were snatching the defender
I say, and they tied my tongue with a rope
O people of Taym, release my tongue
O people of Taym, you have conquered, so be generous
For your brother was not one of the Bawaya
If you kill me, you kill a master
And if you release me, you wage war against me with money
Truly, servants of God, I do not hear
The song of the lonely shepherds, the Mataliya
And an Abshamite woman laughs at me
As if she did not see my heart captive to Yemen
And the women of the neighborhood remained around me, lingering
Seeking from me what women desire
And my bride, Mulika, knew that I
I am the lion, fierce and fierce
And I was the butcher of the islands and the maker of
the whip, and I go where no one has gone before
And I slaughter my whip for the noble drinkers
And I crack between the two whips, ready
And when the horses smelled the water
I would quickly drain the canal
And I would distribute the locusts
with my hand, and they would bow down to me
As if I had not ridden a horse and had not said
to my horse: Run, breathe freely for my men
And I did not drink from the watering trough, and I did not say
to the left wing: Magnify the light of my fire
nrItZ8
No.227582
ألا لا تلوماني كفى اللَّومَ ما بيا
وما لكما في اللَّوم خيرٌ ولا لِيا
ألم تعلما أنَّ الملامةَ نفعُها
قليلٌ، وما لومي أخي مِن شِماليا
فيا راكبًا إمَّا عرضتَ فبلِّغنْ
نَدامايَ من نَجْرانَ أنْ لا تلاقِيا
أبا كربٍ والأيهمَينِ كليهِما
وقَيْسًا بأعلى حضرموتَ اليَمانيا
جزى اللهُ قومي بالكُلابِ ملامةً
صريحَهمُ والآخرين المَواليا
ولو شئتُ نجَّتني مِن الخيل نَهْدَةٌ
ترى خلفَها الحُوَّ الجيادَ تَواليا
ولكنني أحمي ذِمارَ أبيكُمُ
وكانَ الرماحُ يختَطِفْنَ المُحاميا
أقول وقد شَدُّوا لساني بنِسعةٍ
أمعشرَ تَيْمٍ أطلِقوا عن لِسانيا
أمعشر تَيمٍ قد ملكتمْ فأسجِحوا
فإنَّ أخاكم لم يكن مِن بَوائيا
فإن تقتُلوني تقتُلوا بيَ سيدًا
وإن تُطْلِقوني تَحْربُوني بماليا
أحقًّا عبادَ اللهِ أنْ لستُ سامعًا
نشيدَ الرِّعاءِ المُعْزِبينَ المَتاليا
وتضحكُ منِّي شيخةٌ عبشميَّةٌ
كأنْ لم تَرَى قلبي أسيرًا يَمانيا
وظلَّ نِساء الحيِّ حوليَ رُكَّدًا
يُراوِدْنَ منِّي ما تُريد نِسائيا
وقد عَلمَتْ عرسي مُلَيْكَةُ أنني
أنا الليثُ مَعْدُوًّا عليَّ وَعاديا
وقد كنتُ نَحَّار الجَزور ومُعمِل ال
مَطِيِّ، وأمضي حيثُ لا حيَّ ماضيا
وأنحَرُ للشَّرب الكرام مَطِيَّتي
وأصدعُ بين القَينَتَيْنِ رِدائيا
وكنتُ إذا ما الخيلُ شَمَّصها القنا
لَبيقًا بتصريف القناةِ بَنَانيا
وعاديةٍ سومَ الجراد وزعتُها
بكفِّي، وقد أنْحَوا إليَّ العَواليا
كأنِّيَ لم أركب جوادًا ولم أقلْ
لخيليَ: كرِّي، نفِّسي عن رجاليا
ولم أسبأ الزَّقَّ الرَّويَّ، ولم أقل
لأيسارِ صدق: أعظِموا ضوءَ ناريا
lk1Z3P
No.227585
Ew
PxeY0S
No.227707
>>227585
Learn to appreciate art unaesthetic dysgenic pajeet
PxeY0S
No.227802
This is a piece of modern Arabic music set to a pre-Islamic poem by Abd Yaghouth al-Harthi, a warrior poet of the Arabian peninsula. Legend recounts that he wrote this poem after his capture by the enemy Banu Tamim tribe, who refused to let him ransom himself and tied his tongue for fear that he would verbally mock them. He asked them to untie his tongue so that he could lament his fate and condemn his companions for abandoning him.
When he realized that they were going to kill him, he asked them to give him wine to drink and then kill him. He recited this poem while he was a captive, feeling humiliated after having been the leader and knight of his people, waiting for death at any moment. The poem gives us a fascinating insight into the mentalities and culture of pre-Islamic societies.
k0Iw3x
No.228178
>>227558(OP)
Ye toh tatti hai
PxeY0S
No.228179
>>228178
Nope, pre islamic arabia was kino
8HBbir
No.228332
Poem written 50 yrs before islam btw
Ex4RNx
No.228449
rock rap pop is such poser shit. recently i have started enjoying simple instruments with meaningful simple vocals
genuinely old bollywood or disney or fanfic songs are more enjoyable than popular stuff
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