War Is My Mode of Life Poem by Dr.jawaz Jaffri

I am from a tribe of warriors
That has been going through warfare
Since several centuries,
My farms grow head instead of crops,

And figures are born from women,
Here the command of potentate
Is in vogue instead of coins.

The bonfire that I lighted on the mountain,
It too burns in my heart,
This has been blazed by a poet of the rival tribe,
On reciting of Tashbeeb
And no rain can extinguish the flames.
My mother has been given entity

On account of sons so that she may supply
Constantly fuel for the war,

And my sister has been kept deprived of
The sword-dipped natal drink
And got her existence unjustified.

While being in war I care a lot for my woman
Instead of my possessions who being
A captive strengthens army of the rivals.

I love my horse more than my son,
And its ancestry is on my fingertips,
My camels are my bastions in war,
Whom in Tashbeeb I prefer to
The most charming women of the world,
And in case of defeat I send them
To the enemy as ransom.
Since centuries,

I have been fighting for honour,
In pastures, on fountains,
In valleys, on mountains,
For war is my mode of life.

Tashbeeb: An opening part of a panegyricc in which old Arab poets
described physical beauty of a woman of Rival tribe and sometimes
they also mentioned her name and in consequence a chain of battles
started among the tribes.