To the beloved in Gaza
By: Music composer: William Nassar
Translated by: Adib S. Kawar
O you infuriated bodies… tanned with beneficence… waving with blood, strength and health… spanned by the storming wind… extending from our eyes to the foreheads thrust in the warmth of gun's muzzles…
Greetings our people in Gaza…
O you young fists… O you solid and affectionate faces… You dawn's scope like a version's passion…
Greetings our people in Gaza…
The splendor of spilled blood, with it the land redeems its firstfruit… when rappers alternate in the darkness of obscenity and the hissing of revelry…
The joy of the rain glorifying our thirsty bodies on the shores of Gaza… granting us extension and delighting coolness… when the simoom blow from the cracked deserts and wilderness… asking people for what to dabble with lips…
Greetings to all my acquaintances in Gaza…
Our inebriety… the pleasantness of craving for a salutary bursting out ashes and age-old death…
Our history springing out of the wound's aperture…out of the fissures of babies split bellies in Gaza, in Jenin up in Qana of the Galilee… rosy greetings scented with martyr's sacredness…
Greetings our beloved in Gaza…
O the explosion of men in the age of the emasculated, hirelings and fornicators…
Our comrades, our glory, our men, and the break of morning in the dark evening…
The awakening of our babies after a pleasant sleep… the dampness of earth, the redolence of the field's love I raise to you…
The most precious of the precious, we anoint your tired faces with our slender fingers, and press our hearts on the triggers of your guns…
We wish we were with you…
Your fatigue is ours…
Your hunger is ours…
Your dread is ours…
And your victories honor's us…
Our beloved in Gaza…
We are with you… we are ashamed facing you…
We whoop with the fall of every martyr…
Don't forget that for every bridegroom you chant for in his wedding we teach his name to our children to chant it and get raised up in his memory…
O all the beloved that I know in Gaza…
O comrades of the shackles, hunger and fury…
Greetings for you the astounding… the thunder of the earth when the invaders feet step on our land…
Greetings comrades…
They retreat with your Somoud puzzled… they retreat to confer… those who told the whole world that they will wipe your names out of the whole world…
They may wipe out Gaza… but Gaza is like Beirut is not an open city… a flat village… nor in love with an Arabism flowing through dollar's cracks plated with dinars gold…
Greetings comrades in The Popular Front…The Democratic front… The Palestinian Communist Party… in Fateh…in Hamas… in Islamic Jihad… in Abu Ali Mustapha's Kataeb… in the Red Eagle Kataeb… in Asqalan and Nafha prisons…
Blessed are your efforts… blessed…
Your goodness is defused you our eyeballs and we reached… to expel sorrow and grieve… the echo of your voices endowed us with a new life… we sleep and wake up and our eyes still peering at you…
Blessed…Blessed…
You are the source of life and the dawn of the resurrected earth…
Blessed…you are our Koran and Gospel
you are our prophets and Imams…
Our Christ you are…
Blessed you are…
O our beloved defeat death…
And rewrite the Arab's epic…
· Dr. William Nassar, music composer, academician, Arab writer living in exile…
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