Badr Shakir al-Sayyab

(1926-1964)

Badr Shakir al-Sayyab
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Badr Shakir al Sayyab (Arabic: بدر شاكر السياب‎) (December 24, 1926–1964) is an Iraqi and Arab poet, born in Jekor, a town south of Basra in Iraq. The eldest child of a date grower and shepherd.[1] He graduated from the Higher teachers training college of Baghdad in 1948.[2] Badr Shakir was dismissed from his teaching post for being a member of the Iraqi communist party.[3]
Badr Shakir al-Sayyab was one of the greatest poets in Arabic literature, whose experiments helped to change the course of modern Arabic poetry. At the end of the 1940s he launched, with Nazik al-Mala'ika,and shortly followed by Abdulwahab albayati and Shathel Taqa, the free verse movement and gave it credibility ... more »

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  • fucjk (11/10/2019 9:15:00 AM)

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  • Penelope Maclachlan (4/8/2019 10:15:00 AM)

    Please advise if there's a translation to English of Tishshar

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  • farhad (7/26/2018 12:47:00 PM)

    I don't fully understand the meaning of this poem. the crystal melts away with their wailing? what does crystal mean?

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Best Poem of Badr Shakir al-Sayyab

For I Am A Stranger

For I am a stranger
beloved Iraq
Far distant, and I here in my longing
For it, for her .. I cry out: Iraq
And from my cry a lament returns
An echo bursts forth
I feel I have crossed the expanse
To a world of decay that responds not
To my cry
If I shake the branches
Only decay will drop from them
Stones
Stones-no fruit
Even the springs
Are stones, even the fresh breeze
Stones moistened with blood
My cry a stone, my mouth a rock
My legs a wind straying in the wastes

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