Abyzayd English Poesy

Abyzayd Fayssal Chafaqy, the Poet of Rabat.

On Politics:

Thy Majesty

By the Holy Name of He Who bestows Mercy

From His Holy Throne over to this beloved Kingdom
With a peaceful joy, rightful reign of thy majesty,
King of Men, King of Hearts whenever he calls them.

Thou, thy Majesty, granting words might be rare,

Be the light that guides us through Glory,
The path of fame, the way nobody be dare,
The road to better tomorrow, ere, there be no worry,

Wrong ones say and do things to faithful people

They have plans to destroy our roots,
They have turned the adored shrine into a temple
And wish to bury us, not to speak, hoots!

‘Tis but a fair realm of love and justice

Is home which is heaven on earth,
Defended by blood, admired by practice,
Whatever comes death or dearth.

Thy Majesty, thy Sovereignty from Tangiers,

These cities, the luminous sands of gold,
Every man, woman and child be thy soldiers,
To thy order would fall proud, youth and old.

Since be praise the Only Lord for His gifts,

We see Home plenty, full of goods
Each day before he who the sacred flag lifts
We make our chant heard in the woods.

If the previous aged could not be repeated,

The gracious times have started here
Under thy firm reign it is to be completed
With tied heads and white wear.

Thy Majesty, King of Morocco, everlasting throne

Prayers, save us, are devoted to the nation and thee,
Many are aimed, many are dug, many are to be thrown
Yet our light to prosperity only by thy hands be.
A Disguised Enemy

Be aware of a disguised Enemy!

He may come in angel suits,
Starting to preach his insult blasphemy,
And would rather attack brains than he shoots.

Faith is the first thing he uses,

For people’s hearts are easily taken by.
When the Love of the Creator never confuses,
Their souls he sells and does often buy.

Once ye hear the Name of the Only Lord,

Thou canst, for no doubt, give thy blood,
Thou workest, buildest, and recordest history in bold,
But to thy obstacle comes a flood.

This Enemy has a face of a demon

Though he may look a saint in holy vest,
He is more like to be a bad omen:
To meet a haired cheek will show ye the rest.

The Same Race

We keep being the glorious nation ever!
If ye say so, which home, thou be mad;
For everyone who belong to a land will catch fever
Of this stubborn own self-unreached feeling so bad.

How come there ain’t no other planet!

Where we could each master one sphere.
A nation if so proud must find a way and plan it
To be at least celestial years away from fear.

It is only the same race that lives differently,

A custom, a celebration, a holiday, a feast:
Everywhere the same, everywhere apparently,
People the same from south, north, west, or east.
Foe!

Foe! All that you sow is hatred

Inside innocent hearts, against human,
Thoughtless that every soul is sacred,
Your sin nor did a Pharaoh or a Roman.

You kill, you murder, you destroy, you slaughter,

You feel no pain when others are harmed
You turn into tears the face of a child knew laughter,
And a mother who once, wailing now, was acharmed.

The Only Creator is only He who punishes,

The Holy Court of His Justice is fair
Never bethought I a man’s life finishes,
Oft, if Muslim, weak, terrified and bare.

This is more of terrorism than could be said

This is danger earth never saw before,
This merciless act back is to be paid
The reason three men were killed for?

Bewandering who the devil my little brain

I knew he is to all creatures an Enemy
Who would wish blood bedropped instead of rain
For he envies you, him, her and even me.

If Ye kill My Brothers

Who can save two men from murdering claws?

Who can give his blood to set them free?
Who can allow crimes against mankind laws
And see his brother’s head cut and agree?

My blood, two men in the demon’s capture!

Would he, if could he, I wonder, feel shame;
For who destroys a soul, destroys Mother Nature
And would have no guilt after which to blame.

This demon’s vile act is always repeated,

No one acts enough wise to stop him
Only by empty words when comfortably seated
Till our martyr’s memories become adim.

It is for life I cannot swallow this

I cannot feel warm my bed and stay
If my veins were poisoned, my blood amiss,
Better than to see my brothers dead some day.
Foes, enemies of a hell organization
If ye kill my brothers, I give my throat
Ye feel no safe place, no home, no nation
And I have written my revengeful oath.
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On Lyrics:

My lady
My Lady, no woman is like her, ever pretty,
Her face gets red, I bow;
Her look shakes me, her deep glance witty
Before I say a word, she’d know.

I can my love deceive for her not;

Nor can my heart take betrayal
For her sake, for it burns so hot
That my Lady’s love is first loyal.

Thee my blood fresh its colour red

Runs so fast when hears thee utter
My name to thy name ‘until it is read:
The only love comes hidden better.

Nothing, if ye dare tell me, to blame

A late message thy eyes secretly sent
I could but a believe and see the flame
And heavy love made me kneel and bent.

I have only thee to whom I confess

To no church belong I, nor any other sect
My Pure Faith, my Only Lord who would bless
Both taught us that love is respect.

How many ladies if I could meet

Tell them the same pretty word
Here or even away by miles and feet
If not my Lady symbolizing this world.

I saw the planet from pole to pole

I also went to the moon or above
Asking the stars would she be sole
Because the universe is as big as my love.

My Lady, could she help my heart free?

To tell her my lasting truth is this:
Herself, myself, our love that is three
And the forth and infinity are a kiss.
The Truth

She told me the sweetest words I ever heard

Her lips brought, my lips were gird,
My inner heart felt warm inside
When she told me, be ready to ride.

A horse without wings that chases the wind

To travel the skies, to take me near to Hind,
To show me there from above where she plays
Her girlish game when she hides, when she slays.

I ran from her once but not now

I came back to her arms, not asking even how,
My end started with her kiss
To begin a journey to fear to miss.

Miss, madam, lady, girl, dear, whatever

Thou, if my heart sinks, my love I would never
Betray thee though my love were lost and confused
My heart, stood for thee, my body had refused.

She told me if men were to be loved, for one thing,

Nor their treasures befound, nor died they for the Ring,
Nor heroes o’ eternal wrath who tried the Light
And great they were to loose but the final fight.

When do men love, d’ they really mean it,

Or but for them love is no longer than a minute?
The truth that she said my lady is the best
That no two hearts can hold my chest.

One Evening

Her eyes talked to me one evening

No, one afternoon, one night, maybe one morning
It was the day or the night I could not tell
I thought darkness, saw light and heard a bell.

Ages passed just to recognize the way her look

To describe her eyes, you must have read every book
Take the first book of love Sacred Letter
And read the Lost Pages and learn them better.

One eye, the universe so immense

The other, I know not where to commence
Before I saw them, I used to fly
Now I am hung between earth and sky.
Her eyes talked to me of pure love
That pretty morning or when the sun was above
Which time exactly I could not remember,
It was cold in June and hot in December.

Begazing deep into her eyes I lost all gesture

For what I saw could not bedrawn in any picture
Enough is that when I met her for the first time
The whole eternity was gone with this rhyme.

This Night

This night seems little strange

I really missed my beloved
With a sick heart, approved,
That my sickness took an age.

This night I screamed a lot,

The pain my lady left me in,
The wounds that covered my skin
Caused by Jane and Charlotte.

This night I remembered her face

She resembled the full moon
When running greyish clouds so soon
That my eyes could only see her pace.

There also were lightning and thunder;

Lightning, her glimpse; thunder her look,
More pretty than the Pair in the book
Who this night saw me everywhere asunder.

A Word

A word might come true

A word might not but comes
If it is for love, it keeps through,
If it is for hatred, lost are homes.

Ruins that recorded history

Though pages were written by words
In every house, there was love and story,
Why ruins saw no more joy of Lords.

Yesterday, I could find her here my lady

Among her likes like bees around their queen
She made me follow her dance to the Wady
Where I was lost between funs of never seen.

Write my word like a small reverie

Of those letters like birds in the sky,
Whose headings were darling, sweetheart, cherie
And a line to be read the day I die.

Here Ends Our Journey

No way, I come to thee in hurry!

My warm-hearted pretty kind
Faster than the light might carry,
Dispersed for thy sake, I never mind.

Where can thee on earth behide

If the world looks so small?
Thou will find me every time thy side
In thy eyes, with thy breath, when I fall.

Surrender! My army is at doors,

Arming themselves with a treasure,
Fit thy beauty, laid bentingly on the floors
Of my beloved’s palace full of leisure.

Here ends in both arms our journey

We embrace until we could die
As if one lover is here and the other in Sidney
Will not meet until some ages are passing by.

Abyzayd English Poesy,

Abyzayd Fayssal Chafaqy.