تويت
في منتصف الطريق/ سائد ريان
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كانت الساعة لا أعلم . .
وكان التاريخ لا أذكر . .
فما اعتدت حفظ تواريخ أحداثي إلا بالمواقف والمناسبات الحلوة
وإن قَـلّـت في أيامنا المهرولة . .
كأس حلو وآخر مر
وكلا الكأسين نشرب . .
مناسبة أعددت لها حتى استحق وقتها،
فكانت بداية لتأريخ الصعود للعلياء . .
بدأت بعد إنجاز تبعه سفر لتحقيق حقيبة أحلام منذ نعومة الاظفار وهي تُـملأ. .
فتحليق في غيوم ملبدة بأدعية التوفيق فهبوط على ارض المشرق
فدخول أنفاق المسافات والتساؤلات . .
حتى نهايتها . . فإذا بالظلام الدامس . . !!!
لم اعد أرى إلا بصيص أمل منير من قلبي البريئ . .
اسد ملكُ غابته داخل الأسر . .
ثم لقاء صاحب مفاتيح المستقبل بزعمه . .
ليقلد الحضور وسام دستوره الذي لا يأتيه الباطل . .
تعليمات كالمطر . .
إفعل ولا تفعل . .
ليس لك إلا ما عليك . .
لا نقبل منك ناقصاً . .
واجب إن قدمت كاملاً، وإن زدت فمن نفسك ولا شكر . .
ننظر فيما لك بتجاهل . .
نعطيك ما يحلو ويروق لنا متى أردنا، والشكوى لنا مذلة .
لا نريدك ان تعرف بأننا رأيناك حينها
فعيوننا لا ترى إلا التقصير . . .
دوائر ومربعات ومستطيلات ومعينات ارسمها حتى خلتها أسواراً لها ابواب عدة . .
جميعها مُغَلّق بإحكام . .
لا مفر لك إلا إلينا . .
حرية مزعومة ما دمت بداخلها . .
حتى وُلِدَت لحظة التمرد والانعتاق من رحم الكبت،
فكان المولود هو مقاييسي أنا . .
لحظة تمرد ماكر مبارك . .
لحظة رفض الواقع المروض المحتنك . .
لحظة تعلم جديد ،
فن قول لا ، كيف ، ومتي . .
انا حر ولست عبداً واسمي اسد . .
اسد في طباعي . .
صقر محلق في سماء أحلامي . . وطموحاتي . .
لا ابتغي إلا الثريـــا ، ولا ارضى بالدنية . .
شرقي و لا أقبل إلا أدوار البطولات . .
لن اكون تابع كالعوام، اُحسِن اذا احسنوا . .
عدت لنفسي لأتعرف على أنا اكثر
فاستشعرت بحجم طموحي السامق للعلا
وما جهلت طباع محيطي وكنهه . .
ثم رسمت خارطة حياتي . .
فبدأتُ
الخطوة الأولى فالثانية تتبعها الثالثة . . حتى مكاني حيث أصعد . .
كل العلوم لا تزال حِلٌ لي . .
وهل من مزيد لأزيد من سرعتي اللاجـنـونـيـة . .
كلي أمل بغدٍ أجمل
أسد
في منتصف الطريق
In the middle of the road/ Saed Rayan
Translated by Dorai Mokhtar
I don't know what time it was
And I didn't remember the date
I remember the dates of my events
Only by sweet situations and occasions
even this becomes very less in our running days
One sweet class
Another bitter
Both of them we drink
One occasion I make myself ready for it
Until the time becomes merit
It was the beginning of going up to the high
I started after completion fallowed by travel
To achieve one bag of dream
It is started to stuff since the smoothness of nails
then flying in the clouds which are sintering with success prayers
and entering in tunnels of distance and questions until their end
where I see the Darkness
I started see only a ray of hope shining from my innocent heart
A lion.. The king of a forest is inside the prison
After meet the owner of the future keys as he said
To give each one of the attendees the medal of his
Constitution that does not make wrong
Instructions like rain
You do and you don't do
You do only what we need from you
We never accept something incomplete
You provide full duty
And if you give more this is from your side
No thank you
as we look to you in ignores
To Complaint to us is an insult
We give you what we want and what we desire but when we like
we don't like you to know that we have already seen you that time
our eyes see only the incomplete
Circles, squares, rectangular and choices which
I drew until I imagine those are walls with many doors all are well closed
No escape for you.. only to us
Alleged freedom as long as you are inside
Until the moment of rebellion and emancipation was born from the womb of repression
What was born is my measurement
It was a moment of rebellion cunning and blessed
A moment when the controlled and experienced fact reject their new moment lessons
How and when, to say no... No is an art for me
I am free, I'm not a slave, and my name is lion
I am Lion in my mentality
My ambitions are an eagle flying in my dream sky
I never accept to be down
I seek only for the Pleiades
I am from East i only accept the roles of tournaments
I Will be not guided same all
To know more about me
I come back to myself
I felt the size of my ambition which is growing up
I didn't ignore the mentality of my milieu and What it might be
Then painted a map of my life
I started
Until my place… I go up
the first step then the second followed by the third
All science is permissible for me
?Any more? to make my crazy speed much better
I hope tomorrow is the most beautiful
Lion in the middle of the road
Translated by Dorai Mokhtar
I don't know what time it was
And I didn't remember the date
I remember the dates of my events
Only by sweet situations and occasions
even this becomes very less in our running days
One sweet class
Another bitter
Both of them we drink
One occasion I make myself ready for it
Until the time becomes merit
It was the beginning of going up to the high
I started after completion fallowed by travel
To achieve one bag of dream
It is started to stuff since the smoothness of nails
then flying in the clouds which are sintering with success prayers
and entering in tunnels of distance and questions until their end
where I see the Darkness
I started see only a ray of hope shining from my innocent heart
A lion.. The king of a forest is inside the prison
After meet the owner of the future keys as he said
To give each one of the attendees the medal of his
Constitution that does not make wrong
Instructions like rain
You do and you don't do
You do only what we need from you
We never accept something incomplete
You provide full duty
And if you give more this is from your side
No thank you
as we look to you in ignores
To Complaint to us is an insult
We give you what we want and what we desire but when we like
we don't like you to know that we have already seen you that time
our eyes see only the incomplete
Circles, squares, rectangular and choices which
I drew until I imagine those are walls with many doors all are well closed
No escape for you.. only to us
Alleged freedom as long as you are inside
Until the moment of rebellion and emancipation was born from the womb of repression
What was born is my measurement
It was a moment of rebellion cunning and blessed
A moment when the controlled and experienced fact reject their new moment lessons
How and when, to say no... No is an art for me
I am free, I'm not a slave, and my name is lion
I am Lion in my mentality
My ambitions are an eagle flying in my dream sky
I never accept to be down
I seek only for the Pleiades
I am from East i only accept the roles of tournaments
I Will be not guided same all
To know more about me
I come back to myself
I felt the size of my ambition which is growing up
I didn't ignore the mentality of my milieu and What it might be
Then painted a map of my life
I started
Until my place… I go up
the first step then the second followed by the third
All science is permissible for me
?Any more? to make my crazy speed much better
I hope tomorrow is the most beautiful
Lion in the middle of the road
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