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Literal meaning: Give me long life and throw me in the sea.
Sultan
If I were promised safety,
if I could meet the Sultan
I would say to him: O my lord the Sultan!
my cloak has been torn by your ravenous dogs,
your spies are following me all the time.
Their eyes
their noses
their feet are chasing me
like destiny, like fate
They interrogate my wife
and write down all the names of my friends.
O Sultan!
Because I dare to approach your deaf walls,
because I tried to reveal my sadness and
tribulation,
I was beaten with my shoes.
O my lord the Sultan!
you have lost the war twice
because half our people
has no tongue.
poem by Nizar Qabbani
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Literal meaning: The fisherman is the shark's friend.
Literal meaning: The people's lord is their servant.
Literal meaning: He left the party without having Hommos.
Literal meaning: Save your white penny for your black day.
Literal meaning: Give the dough to baker even if he eats half of it.
The sea, the great unifier, is man's only hope. Now, as never before, the old phrase has a literal meaning: we are all in the same boat.
quote by Jacques Yves Cousteau
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Woe to the makers of literal translations, who by rendering every word weaken the meaning! It is indeed by so doing that we can say the letter kills and the spirit gives life.
Samsher (Sword)
Samsher is another name for sword
Sharp edged weapons but not mightier than words
Old kings and chieftains used along with war lords
Protective arm length weapon carried by soldiers on board
Whoever had weapons carried the field
Surrendered all kings and great influence yield
Such was weapon and matter of great pride
Always visible on waist and can’t hide
Easy to defend and easy to maneuver
Straight into action without finding cover
Body art and activeness always had upper hand
Some times enemies turned tactics and became friends
Only one sword became famous in entire world history
Tipu (name) Sultan (ruler) had shining past with glory
Not only British but French too had to make the way
His sword ruled the land and complete sway
Anybody may question what specialty the weapon had?
It was given to him by another sultan Hyder Ali as dad
The legend reveled it had magic touch given by goddess
He was benevolent ruler and had always shining success
Luck may not favour all the time to come
Tipu too had feared and ready to welcome
Waged heroic struggle with all his efforts
No help could reach him through his ports
He had his downfall and was beheaded
All rulers did not unite and territory conceded
It was lone freedom struggle for unity preservation
Nothing could be achieved even with prevention
His sword was taken away and kept in museum
All efforts to bring it back failed and kept mum
Alas! Efforts of one wealthy and businessman restored
Sword is back home with its past glory and adored
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Sultan's Daughter
I am the daughter of a Sultan and i need your love,
I am the daughter of a Sultan and i need your hand in marriage;
Come and see my father's wealth,
Come and taste my father's wealth,
For you are the only man in my mind.
A Sultan's daughter is what i am and i am in love with you,
So come and be my husband to be on this sweet love of mine.
Oh my handsome man, that is all that i am on this love;
'Asalaam-u-alaikum! ..... Wa-alaikum Salaam! ! '
Please come and let me take you to my father;
For you are the very man i want to marry.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The most mysterious feminine factor, the existence that we men, we don't know. It's woman. It's feminine. That's what the sword is about. That's the symbolic meaning of the sword.
quote by Ang Lee
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Ch 04 On The Advantages Of Silence Story 08
Several officials of Sultan Mahmud asked Hasan Muimandi one day what the sultan had told him about a certain affair. He replied: ‘You must yourselves have heard it.’ They rejoined: ‘What he says to thee he does not think proper to communicate to the like of us.’ He answered: ‘Because he trusts that I shall not reveal it. Then why do you ask me to do so?’
A knowing man will not utter every word which occurs to him.
It is not proper to endanger one’s head for the king’s secret.
At The Rooftop
tried to hold the hands of
the moon
at the rooftop
to my literal disappointment
shunning away
any metaphor
it has none of the arms i need
it has no hands that hold
mine
sometimes i blame
the literal world about
unfulfilled fantasies
about dreams taken away
from the breasts of
the words
about love ripped of
its literature
that which must exist only in the mind
in order to survive
the harsh
hails.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Society's Relief
my country is rooted to the
sultanate tradition,
one sultan and his children
and four wives ruling a
territory
those that block the way
are beheaded,
though not really that literally
in the modern sense of
my world, they finally name it
a dynasty
of political warlords and
rag and drag leaders,
one must know the word kowtow
the figurative language of toeing the line
and fidelity or else
fatality, somehow, in my own little way,
i think, there is a need for relief from
this secretly hated tradition of
putting power to the few
families over a long, long time
like an old classical novel
of War and Peace, and somehow
i like to go on the
Color Purple midway between
Fiddler on the Roof and
Gone with the Wind,
my mind bloats and i become a daydreamer
of sort, detached from reality of
abc, to xyz, i do not quit,
i continue dreaming for change and relief
i travel to America and
Canada, meet some friends, and get to
know how they are doing, flying kites
and rolling snow balls, and chasing rainbows
so to speak,
after all is said and done, i come to the conclusion
that i go back
in my country and meet the Sultan again,
missing me, his long gone
son.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Sultan
I am the Sultan on your love,
So my sweet lady do open the door of your love for me;
I am the Sultan living next to your heart and,
I am in love with you my sweet lady.
I want to marry you so,
Come and open your sweet door of love to me;
For i have been studying you for a very long time among the ladies.
Come and let me marry you my beautiful woman,
For i still hope to see the day that you will be mine;
And thereafter, have you as a married wife to my Palace.
One day i will come to you with my officials,
One day i will knock at your door;
For you are the right woman needed t my Palace.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 01
Hasan Maimundi was asked that, as the Sultan Mahmud possesses so many beautiful slaves, each of whom is a marvel in the world, how it happens that he manifests towards none of them so much inclination and love as to Iyaz, although he is not more handsome than the others. He replied: ‘Whatever descends into the heart appears good to the eye.’
He whose murid’ the sultan is
If he does everything bad, it will be good.
But he whom the padshah throws away
Will not be cared for by anyone in the household.
If anyone looks with an unfavourable eye
Even the figure of Joseph will indicate ugliness
And if he looks with the eye of desire on a demon,
He will appear an angel, a cherub in his sight.