Silly Bahraini Girl is a blog for all of us - women blessed with a brain which ticks and a heart that throbs. A Bahraini girl is never silly but there are some factions out there who insist that we are not given our place in the society. To those, I say, HARD LUCK!
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:) *speechless*
This is great... whose is it? Omar Khayyam? Rumi?
Chanad that would be Omar Khayyam's
And for you SBG:
We do not what we ought,
What we ought not, we do,
And lean upon the thought
That Chance will bring us through.
[Empedocles on Etna]
Here's fuel to the fire.. something from Rumi:
Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.
Well then.. here's a classic for you (sorry it was just easier to erease the poem and the following appology about not having the source and combine them both!):
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! 'prophet still, if bird or devil!'
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted'
On this home by Horror haunted'tell me truly, I implore'
Is there 'is there balm in Gilead?' tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
[The Raven]
You know what Aalman... I am in a sombre mood...
Here's DULCE ET DECORUM EST by Wilfred Owen...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
- Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues -
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.*
*"It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country."
Wow, what would drive anyone to be in such a mood? This is beyond somber SBG, this is morbid!
Well then let me try to cheer you up a little, because you seem as though you need it, but the question that might or might not present its self is who are you at war with?
Enjoy..
I Laugh at Life: its antics make for me a giddy games,
Where only foolish fellows take themselves with solemn aim.
I laugh at pomp and vanity, at riches, rank and pride;
At social inanity, at swager, swank and side.
At poets, pastry-cooks and kings, at folk sublime and small,
Who fuss about a thousand things that matter not at all;
At those who dream of name and fame, at those who scheme for pelf. . . .
But best of all the laughing game - is laughing at myself.
Some poet chap had labelled man the noblest work of God:
I see myself a charlatan, a humbug and a fraud.
Yea, 'spite of show and shallow wit, an sentimental drool,
I know myself a hypocrite, a coward and a fool.
And though I kick myself with glee profoundly on the pants,
I'm little worse, it seems to me, than other human ants.
For if you probe your private mind, impervious to shame,
Oh, Gentle Reader, you may find you're much about the same.
Then let us mock with ancient mirth this comic, cosmic plan;
The stars are laughing at the earth; God's greatest joke is man.
For laughter is a buckler bright, and scorn a shining spear;
So let us laugh with all our might at folly, fraud and fear.
Yet on our sorry selves be spent our most sardonic glee.
Oh don't pay life a compliment to take is seriously.
For he who can himself despise, be surgeon to the bone,
May win to worth in others' eyes, to wisdom in his own.
[Laughter by Robert William Service]
I was actually looking for something which cheers me up (Macavity rings a bell??) when I saw this:
D H Lawrence says:
To Women, As Far As I'm Concerned
The feelings I don't have I don't have.
The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have.
The feelings you say you have, you don't have.
The feelings you would like us both to have, we neither of us have.
The feelings people ought to have, they never have.
If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty sure they haven't got them
So if you want either of us to feel anything at all
You'd better abandon all idea of feelings altogether.
Wow !
Since we're talking about feelings here's a poet that I had just discovered recently. An amazing poem for those persistent folk after my own heart.
This is Dedication by Rainer Maria Rilke:
I have great faith in all things not yet spoken.
I want my deepest pious feelings freed.
What no one yet has dared to risk and warrant
will be for me a challenge I must meet.
If this presumptious seems, God, may I be forgiven.
For what I want to say to you is this:
my efforts shall be like a driving force,
quite without anger, without timidness
as little children show their love for you.
With these outflowing, river-like, with deltas
that spread like arms to reach the open sea,
with the recurrent tides that never cease
will I acknowledge you, will I proclaim you
as no one ever has before.
And if this should be arrogance, so let me
arrogant be to justify my prayer
that stands so serious and so alone
before your forehead, circled by the clouds.
Chaucer said:
Who so shall telle a tale after a man,
He moste reherse, as neighe as ever he can,
Everich word, if it be in his charge,
All speke he never so rudely and so large;
Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe,
Or feinen thinges, or finden wordes newe.
Source: Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Line 733.
As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo?
And whan this goode man saugh that it was so,
As he that wys was and obedient
To kepe his foreward by his free assent,
He seyde, "Syn I shal bigynne the game,
What, welcome be the cut, a goddes name!
Now lat us ryde, and herkneth what I seye."
And an eye for an eye ;-)
[Canterbury Tales. Prologue. Lines 849-855]
Translation:
http://www.towson.edu/~duncan/chaucer/duallang9.htm
More than an eye for an eye.
Funny that u leave a translation for me...
You think I wouldn't have been to figure it out on my own. (sob...sob..sob)
Dear SBG,
Well actually I was thinking how smart you thought I was for not leaving me one ;-).
But don’t you go sobbing, I'm sorry. I have to admit I searched high and low racked my brain and sieved the web, but for the life of me I couldn’t find a proper poem that says I'm sorry. It was either too intense or said I love you, or maybe hints a little guilt, which is somethin' I don’t do. So after being utterly frustrated and for the life of me didn’t know what to do. I found something which I thought could possibly pull right through.
These are some of the poems by the first grade class of North Smithfield Elementary followed by one of my own :-):
Dear Dolphin,
I'm sorry that I
caught you in my net
and you cried before I let you go
Please forgive me! (Evan D.)
----
Dear Barracuda,
I'm sorry that I
caught you and cooked you
and you were mighty tasty
Please forgive me! (Cristopher C.)
----
Dear Squid,
I'm sorry that I
threw sand in your face
you shouldn't have chased me
Please forgive me! (Leah B.)
----
Dear Eel,
I'm sorry that I
kept fishing for you
and took you home and showed my dad
Please forgive me! (Jordan C.)
----
Dear Jellyfish,
I'm sorry that I
threw a rock at you
and messed up all your jelly
Please forgive me! (Shanna F.)
----
Dear Shark,
I'm sorry that I
tried to shoot you
before you bit my leg
Please forgive me! (Shayna S.)
----
Dear Silly,
I'm sorry that I
Made you cry on the net
Because I thought you needed help
Please forgive me! (Me)
Thanks Aalman,
These last ones are so cute....nice distraction from human rights reports, abuse, harrassment and all the other common denominators in our lives nowadays.
Hey SBG, I thought you needed to take a little (comic) giggling break as you have been taking the news very seriously (as one should of course), but it's always good to timeout every once in a while :)
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