وَزْن Wazn
قم انشر جناحيك أطلقهما
Rise, spread your wings, set them freeذكاء اصطناعي AI
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هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
Composed in 1951, this poem by Harun Hashim Rashid captures the crushing weight of displacement and disillusionment following the catastrophe of the 1948 Nakba. Addressing his people through the metaphor of a fallen, bleeding eagle hurled from mountain heights by a violent storm, the poet rejects resignation and demands a defiant resurgence. The work endures because it transforms profound national grief into an unyielding summons to reclaim dignity, flight, and freedom.
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السياق The story
نُظمت القصيدة عام 1951 تحت عنوان "النسر الجريح"، وتصف سقوط نسر جريح وضعيف من قمم الجبال إلى السفوح وسط زحمة الأقدار وغضبة الإعصار.
المصدر: الموسوعة الشعرية — دائرة الثقافة والسياحة، أبوظبي Source: The Poetry Encyclopedia — Department of Culture and Tourism, Abu Dhabi
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النص Poem text
Rise, spread your wings and set them free … behold existence and the breadth of the sky.
Why remain with a broken wing … thrashing in despair and yielding?
Stunned confusion seizes you at every turn … while grief and burning thirst consume you.
Exert yourself and soar into the sky of eternity … and pass beyond the stars to claim your right.
Are your nests not the cradle of ambition … are you not their passionate, infatuated lover?
Were you not only yesterday, just yesterday … held by them in honor and reverence?
What has happened, how did time decree … that you should be despoiled and forbidden?
And what is upon the earth save hypocrisy … and falsehood and blindness?
Deception maneuvering in humiliation … and falsehood rooted deep and firmly set.
Exert yourself and soar into the spacious void … for hesitation is a brand of shame.
If you do not fly, then who will fly … and who will soar above the sanctuary?
Is there in you no fierce pride to leap … that might shake off sleep and the sleepers?
Is it not a disgrace to be brought low … to be enslaved and defeated?
Is it not a disgrace for eagles to die … upon the ground and not in the heights of the sky?
Exert yourself, force your way through the trials … and set your wings free, set them free.
الترجمات الإنجليزية مُولّدة بالذكاء الاصطناعي وقد تخطئ English translations are AI-generated and may contain mistakes.