قصائد و خواطر باللغة الإنكليزية

[myfreedom]

أعزائي يمكن تخصيص هذا القسم لكتابة قصائد أو خواطر باللغة الإنكليزية سواءاً كانت منقولة لشعراء كبار عالميين أو كانت تأليف شخصي.
في الأسفل هنا قصيدة تمت المشاركة بها مترجمةً من قبل الأخت غادة صيموعة مشكورة و هي للشاعر الكبير وليم شكسبير
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هل سبق و قرات كامل قول شكسبير في قصيدته المشهورة؟
To Be Or Not To BE
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To be, or not to be: that is the question:
please read it carefully CUS its amising
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.
أنْ تكون أو لا تكون تلك هي القضية
أيّهما الأنبل في العقل : أنْ يتحمّل
قوس ربّة الحظّ الطائشة ونشّابها
أم يجرّد السلاح بوجهِ بحرٍ من المصائب
وفي كليهما موتٌ يريحه من متاعبه
أنْ نموت أنْ ننام لا أكثر
وبالنوم ننهي وجع القلب، وكلّ هجمات الأمراض الطبيعية
التي يرثها الجسد. تلك نهاية نتمنّاها بخشوع
أنْ نموت أنْ ننام
أنْ ننام، ربّما أنْ نحلم – بلى هنالك القضيّة
لأنه في نوم الموت ذاك، أيّ أحلام قد تأتي
عندما نكون قد طرحنا عنّا كل قيود هذه الحياة الفانية
يجب أنْ تدعونا للتفكير – ثمّة اعتبار
يجعل أُولاء الذين يُصابون بالبلاء راغبين في تحمّله
لمدّة طويلة جدّاً.
ومَنْ ذا الذي يتحمل عذابات العالم وإهاناته
وظلم المستبدّ، وغطرسة الرجل المتكبّر، ووخزات
الحبّ المرفوض، وتأجيل القضاء، ووقاحة المسؤولين،
ونقدات الطالحين للصالحين، حينما يستطيع هو نفسه
أن يسدّد ثأره بخنجر صغير ليس إلاّ. مَنْ يتحمّل الهموم
وينخر ويعرق تحت وطأة حياة مملّة، لولا ذلك الشئ
المرعب بعد الموت، ذلك الوطن المجهول الذي لا يعود
منه من دخل في حدوده، ويربك الإرادة، ويجعلنا
نتحمّل تلك الأدواء التي نعرفها أفضل من أن ننطلق
إلى أخرى لا نعرفها؟ هكذا يجعلنا التأمّل في ضمائرنا
جبناء جميعاً، وهكذا تصفرّ الشجاعة المتوردة، وتختفي
تحت لون الفكرة الشاحبة للآخرة، ويتحوّل مجرى تدفّق
المغامرات المحلّقة الخطيرة الشأن، بهذا الاعتبار إلى
قناة تبعدها عن الفعل. والآن توقّفْ
أوفيليا الحسناء! يا أيتها الحورية أذكري
في صلواتك كلّ خطاياي

[myfreedom]

As a rule, man is fool;
When it's hot, he wants it cool;
When it's cool, he wants it hot;
Always wanting what is not.

[Lama]

Choices

Why must one have so many choices. . .. . .. . ..?
I sit, sit, and sit listening to my own voices
I can't ever make up my mind
I always feel myself in a bind

At times I think I know what I want
Then I realize my life is not written in that font

I go to someone and ask for advice
It seems every time it comes with some sort of price

The people I ask are the people that care
The rest of them aren't even aware

Lately there's one choice that's constantly in my head
It seems so hard, kinda like a hotel room bed

Some people think they understand
Where I am coming from its in my own hand

While all these choices are floating around
I'll just wait and think, maybe with my head in the ground

The choices are so great, the choices are so far
I figure now I'll live one day at a time, and live it up to par.

Why must one have so many choices

.............؟؟؟

[myfreedom]

Don't ask what the meaning of life is. You define it.
Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint you can on it

[myfreedom]

I don't totally believe that the accident of birth makes people sisters and brothers. It makes them siblings. It gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood are conditions people have to work at. It's serious matter. You compromise, you give, you take, you stand firm, and you're relentless... And it is an investment. sisterhood / brotherhood means if you happen to be in Morocco and I happen to be in Qatar and I'm married to someone who is very jealous and you're married to somebody who is very possessive, if you call me in the middle of the night, I have to come.

uyk

[Lama]

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date


Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimmed ;
And every fair from fair sometimes declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed.

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou wanderest in his shade
when in eternal lines to time thou growest.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this. and this gives life to thee

[myfreedom]

When I was five-year-old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down "happy". they told me I didn't understand the assignment and I told them they didn't understand life...

[myfreedom]

Change does not roll in on the wheels of inevitability, but comes through continuous struggle. And so we must straighten our backs and work for our freedom. A man can't ride you unless your back is bent.

[Ghada Saymoua]

قصيده باللغه الانجليزيه رائعه مترجمه
هذه القصيدة بعنوان أعظم الم في الحياة فيها معاني ونصائح جميلة
The Greatest Pain in Life
أعظم ألم في الحياة
The greatest pain in life,
is not to die, but to be ignored
أعظم الم في الحياة ليس أن تموت, ولكن بأن يتجاهلك الآخرون
To lose the person you love so
much to another who doesn't care at all
بأن تخسر صديقاً تحبه جداً لتكسب آخر لا يكترث لك أبدً
The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be forgotten
أعظم الم في الحياة ليس بأن تموت, لكن بأن تُنسى
When you show someone your innermost thoughts
and he laughs in your face
حينما تطلع أحدهم على أعمق افكارك ثم يضحك ساخراً في وجهك
For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need
someone to lift your spirits
حينما يكون أصدقائك مشغولين جداً عن مواساتك عندما تحتاج لأحد كي يرفع من معنوياتك
When it seems like the only person who cares about you, is you
حينما يبدو لك أن الشخص الوحيد الذي يهتم لأمرك هو أنت
Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better?
الحياة مليئة بالألم , لكن هل يتحسن الوضع ً؟
Will people ever care about each other, and make time for those who are in need?
هل سيبالي الناس بأمر بعضهم البعض
و يخصصون وقتاً لأولئك الذين يحتاجون اهتمامهم؟
Each of us has a part to play
in this great play we call life
لكل واحد منا دور لابد أن يلعبه
في هذه المسرحية التي نسميها الحياة
Each of us has a duty to mankind
to tell our friends we love them
على كل واحد منا واجب للإنسانية
وهو أن نخبر أصدقائنا بأننا نحبهم
If you do not care about your friends
you will not be punished
إذا كنت لا تهتم لأمر أصدقائك, فلن يعاقبك احد
You will simply be ignored... forgotten... as you have done to others
لكن سيتجاهلونك و ينسونك بكل بساطة تماما كما فعلت بالآخرين

[myfreedom]

The Other Aspect of Love

Have you ever been in love ? Horrible, isn't it ? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then a stupid person, not different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't yours anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and up and leaves you crying in the darkness. So simple a phrase like "maybe we should be just friends" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a
soul-hurt, a real get-inside-you-and-rip-you-apart PAIN