قصيدة أجنبية بعنوان (Cube) للشاعر العربي مايد القاسمي

شكرا د. بسام على هذه النظم الغربي الجميل
وسأقوم بترجمتها لأعضاء المنتدى قريباً بإذن الله

شكرا جزيلا لك

محمد فياض

Once upon a much slower time
There was a Kingdom ruled by one
A man that cared and was so kind
To all his subjects, his kinsmen

He loved his people very much
He served and bled, the ideal son
This northern land, this green and blue
His vision made it an Eden

One quiet day he took a stroll
Far up a hill and past a stream
Where to his eyes he saw a lake
That he once saw in a far dream

Beyond the lake he found a tree
With leaves of gold, yellow and cream
He walked with one hand on his heart
Towards the tree that sang agleam

With outreached arms he touched a branch
And felt it shake with drops of rain
But when he looked upon the sky
There were no clouds in this domain

He understood what that tree saw
In that moment all was inane
As he was jolted back to Earth
The moons had come and he felt pain

Stumbling aside he saw a bird
His heart still aching from his trip
He took some seeds from his pocket
To feed the sad bird with a skip

It just stood there beside the tree
Not knowing what was in the scrip
But when he poured the seeds from it
The bird, now happy, did a flip

With curious and most grateful eyes
It pecked some seeds and flew away
He watched as it landed nearby
On a smaller tree with a sway

From this short distance he could hear
The birds' twitter, "Thank you" they say
And so with an accomplished heart
He sat down, on his back he lay

Slowly he fell asleep and dreamt
Of green waterfalls and blue waves
But suddenly without a sign
Darkness came to make of them graves

He shook his head and wiped the tears
He feared his people turned to slaves
By the cold lake he silently
Washed his face and thought of his staves

Which one to use? Which one he'll raise?
The staff of hope or staff of love
The staff of war or staff of peace
The staff that always glows above

He made his way through silent trees
Of only them he could think of
His people were to face evil
That fit a man just like a glove

The omen he saw at the tree
Told of a time of misery
A time where justice is a myth
An atmosphere that is sickly

The architect of such a plan
An Ose that craves what is filthy
A creepy face so full of puss
Its mouth speaks words made blistery

A hound from Hell shall rule with hate
Its Kingdom shall fall into debt
A debt that cripples innocence
To humankind it is a threat

This hound shall kill and rape the dead
Devouring all that it can get
The Ose shall laugh at such a state
The hound from Hell, a rabid pet

Our hero reached his Kingdom walls
To find that fire raged inside
He found the street with crumpled lumps
The little children dead, he cried

In all this darkness he saw light
When from the skies a bird did glide
Towards the gate he heard a noise
It was the light that he had spied

It moved across and shone so bright
A lady lying on the sand
He took his cape and wrapped her up
She smiled and kissed him on his hand

"I am the bird you saved today..."
She said whilst coming to a stand
She had come here to warm his heart
To take him back to the woodland

He went with her to Golden Tree
For several years he was to wait
To learn how to defeat evil
He had to learn how not to hate

The lady kept him safe from them
The evil hound and its sick mate
He will return and save his home
For after all it is his fate

Golden Tree drops the sweetest fruit
Antiquity from this Jujube
Sorry to say but this concludes
The first part of the story "Cube"

thank you
regards
Dr. Bassam