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Nasser Mohammed Faris al-faraanah Subaie
Saudi Poet
from Subie’s tribe
Born in 1976
people called him:
The miracle poet – The poet of billions
His Biography:
Nasser grew up in the city of Renya and memorized the holy Quraan when he was 9-year-old
He graduated from high school with 99%
He has a Bachelor of Architecture and is currently operating officer paratroopers
And now he is The rank of captain in the Saudi armed forces.
Some of his poems:
“Nagity” which means: “my camel.!” It talks about different things happening in the society.
“telawat kahin” this poem talks about rain and asking god for rain because as it is known that the Arabian gulf countries are poor with rain ..
lately, he took part in a poetry competition and he was from the top poets ..
THIS IS ONE OF HIS POETRY AND I'LL PUT MORE SOON :)
My Camel
my camel my camel not four nor six
Take me to my tribe from behind these mountains
the best in the age and capable
Her shoe when she walks as if it is glaced with fire .!
From a devoid place not a sound nor winds .!
The clacking of teeth from the cold makes you dizzy
In my eyes the birds catchs his pray .!
And “jasas” has raised for his aunt “al-basos” .!
my country the country of ibn “dhary and ibn gathlam gurees”
the country of who walked in the gardens of “nagid”
how “satan” had wished he had a glamour like her ,,
then maybe he had turned half our nation magi .!
the rancor’s inside her are like a church or a synagogue !
a silo of religious monks performing there rituals .!
her waist tells us about the happening of the folks wretch
and her rump gives us lessons about “bush’s” haughty.!
And even wuth her shortness no one sits with her
She becomes the tallest woman when she is sitting
The bride doesn’t want except abo turki as a bridegroom
The bride is “Nagid” which isn’t any bride
All “Nagid’s” people are my family from “aga” till “al-khamees”
To them I’ll run from the resolvers of the fortune
And my life with lions even if I am not the leader
Is better than being a leader of goats .!
And it’s not a shame if a villainous with his feint cheated me
Because nobody understands the villainous habbit’s except the villainous .!
“Mustafa” at the banquet of his uncle the “baba lewis”
biggered the morsel under the red cups light
Between a cheat of “kaab akheel” and the birth of “adonees”
They teached us the gods ! and the teacher is “homaroos”
What did the folks of “swees” get from the channel of “sowees” ??
And what did the folks of “sanoos” get from “tlmsaan” .!
The persons vermins are two liking wine and loving money !!
And people if you want to know them throw the money !!
And when war comes all the fib slogans will be discovered !!
Bottom will be bottoms and apices will stay apices !
And this is another one:
From Nasser al-faraanah to yasser Arafat
Tell “yasser” don’t he dream in peace this way!
We never kbew peace with out war that longed!
All peace comes with a paper is a delight of dreamers!
And peace which is this way is named “a nothing” peace!
The one’s who run for this peace are like who run for illustions!
And like the one who wanted to get milk from a bird!
And who wants peace without war will not get it!
Peace will only come with javelin and war!
Glorified god who made life for the son of adam from non!
Sperm and meat which clothe the bones !
A cry from its horror shakes the wall of “haram”
The “ymany corner” called and the magma answered !
Women are rapped and the Chastities are accused!
How didn’t any of us toss for it and go ?!
How and how many women cried load O “mutasim”
But not all “mutasim” is “mutasim” nor “esam”
O nation we saw the heads are treaded on by shoes!
It’s story is big the story of the nation !
A nation from wall of “sanaa” till the door “agam”
It’s glory is returned by a toddler child!
A nation it’s population overmatched the populations of nations!
But unfortunately it’s weight doesn’t come even a “gram”
They made security council for people as a “post” !
And we adopted it to solve the revenge!
O’ people the mark of servile and it’s name a mark!
In people their sons took servile a mark!
Curse the servile made from the leaders; servents!
The uncles are slaves and the slaves are uncles!
Hey O’ “Mahdi” is Jerusalem a sound of instrument?!
Who are taking us back is you and the one like you!
I used to say that the wolf can’t be a shepherd!
Until I saw the child “yasser” sleeps on the laps of “ishaaq”!
