Ahmed Shawky Poetry

Ahmad Shawqi

Ahmed Shawqi, nicknamed the Prince of Poets, is one of the greatest Egyptian poets who left a clear imprint in the history of Arabic poetry. Diwan Al-Shawqiyyat contained many poems of various fields. You see Shawqi wrote poetry on love, homeland, and even morals. The intelligence and skill of this poet stop you. Organize the poems in a unique way.

Ahmed Shawky's poetry

Among the beautiful poetry composed by this poet are the following:

Do the teacher

Stand up for the teacher and give him veneration

The teacher was almost a messenger

You would know more honorable or honorable than that

Builds and creates souls and minds?

Glory be to God, the best teacher

You taught with the pen the first centuries

You brought this mind out of its darkness

And his gift is the clear light

You sent Moses as a guide with the Torah

And Ibn Al-Batoul taught the Bible

And you blew up the fountain of eloquence for Muhammad

So he watered the hadith and received the download

The one who created the truth is bald

A generation has not been devoid of the people of truth

Or everyone who defended the truth was persecuted

When the black is grudge and amazed?

If I believed the cross and its sermons

I would have raised evidence from the crucifixion of Christ

You will find those who built the “obelisk” their grandfather

They don't do well for a shakila needle!

Ignorance does not live on a group

How is life in Azraella's hands?

Raise fairness boys fever

You will find them like a cave of rights

He is the one who builds a strong character

It is he who builds souls upright

And if the teacher was not fair, he walked

The spirit of justice in youth is scant

And if guidance comes from the cause of passion

And from arrogance, call it misleading

And if people are injured in their morals

So stand up for them in mourning and mourning

And if women grew up in illiteracy

Men breastfed ignorance and idleness

An orphan is not one whose parents ended up with

They are life, and left him humiliated

The orphan is the one who received it

Either you gave up or your father was busy.

But nations morals

I wish there was no rider of the wind, the neighborhood of the Nile and the pyramid

And the bone of the foot of Sinai and the sanctuary

He stood on the trail of time

So it was proven from its peaks

And lower your wing in the land that bore

Musa is a suckling and Jesus is pure and weaned

And the wisdom of generations came out immortal

And I showed the servants the sword and the pen

And she was honored with kings as long as they took

riding them from the kings of the earth and the servants

This is a space that the wind blows submissively

With him, and eternity walks on him in decency

So welcome to those who read it

Only the auspicious bird ahead

Time returned and gave after it was forbidden

And he repented in the ear of the grieving, so he smiled

May God protect a delegation between our eyes

May God have mercy on that delegation

They swore to condemn the sky for them

And today they have ratified an oath in their graves

And people are builders or complements

And a third to avoid what they destroyed

A cooperation that death does not untie

And he does not see the hand of the cleavage

My friend Adrimid, count it an honor

that the winds to it cast bridles

And that it exceeded the area in Jerusalem

The rug ran, and it did not pass a sanctuary for it

She walked on a horizon that Al-Buraq passed by

so she kissed a trace of the slipper drawn

And she wiped the chapel, so she was honored

And with the lofty cavern, you gained bone

And the more hard it is sharp on the horizon

The psalms of David were the melody

Tshmtmaha of the four horrors

Thunder, lightning, hurricane and darkness

Until the sky of the Nile contained it, and it descended

Like an eagle, it was exhausted, so it met the den, so it sat down

O family of Uthman, are you cousins?

You complain of a wound, and we do not complain of pain

If you grieve in your hearts

Like a mother who bears the burden of her child

And how much we looked at you blindness, her body

We have pleasure, so we had a blessing

And we spend money on which we were not charged, as

Al-Karim fulfills the rights of the family and the debtors

Patience for eternity if its misfortunes are evident

Calamities are what awakens nations

If the fighter of their morals delivered

Everything is on its traces of peace

And the nations are morals as long as they remain

If she turns away, they move on after her.

You slept on every vengeance that has no resolution

And does a calamity sleep among the peoples?

So whoever was his legs got from your sword

As the valiant madame gets old

Al-Adul said: We went out for your love

Out of dignity, the truth of what he claimed

There is no embarrassment for one in morals

If he nurtures a relationship with God or mercy

And if you bestowed upon us your sovereignty

The credit for our sincerity has increased us forward

We love you and do not forget our homeland

Not a bed, not a crown, not a flag

This is the honorable things of the peoples

She died, so all existence is like nothingness.

Darkness extends to my anguish

Darkness extends in my anguish, increases and begins

Broadcast in passion and return

If it is long and difficult, what is the night?

But nights do not have many

I fell asleep and brought me back to the memory of my loved ones

Shajoun doing the ribs sitting

And whoever carries longings gets tired, and differs

It is old in fancy, and new

I found the one who did not meet a heart of passion

God bless you my heart, are you iron?

I was not free from finding you, paper

If Ghaid arrives, or Ghaid leaves

And tamed as the lovers wished, his shadow

For them and the secrets of long love

Shade us and the birds in its flanks

Twigs standing up for the breeze prostrate

Tend to be hard of love at times

It is opposed by the exhausting youth, so it deviates

He walked in her footnotes, so I went

And the jewels passed by her while she was spreading

Luck kills us, and captures good

With parents, missing and lonely pet

And weep and no tears, and no doubt and no air

And two joyful chants in the Lord and praises

And the one who is old has not been given an experience in eternity

And naked, a cup of cradles

We cheated on him and the days dewed youth

Living well is dripping from it

She saw a twilight mourning the day

I said to her: Even the day is a martyr

She said: What about birds? I said: Sakina

So what are we seeking and hunting?

Hunting is lawful for us: on the day of passion, Maha

And on the day the flabby ones pass out, I will be black

A spear smashes Donna and Muhannad

It takes us a moment, and captures a good one

And we rule until eternity accepts our judgment

And we are slaves to the Sultan of love

I say to my boyhood days whenever we come:

Do you not have, O era of youth, a repeater?

And how did it come and yesterday is its last era?

Yesterday, like the rest of the forests, Ahed

I was terrified, and she gave me a smile of gray hair

It's like I'm on the path of gray hair

It is the futility of the world and what was messed up in vain

Our youth, our youth, and time is newborn.

Adulthood is the most beautiful biography, Ahmed

Adulthood is the most beautiful biography, Ahmed

Wad Al-Ghawani from your youth is further

You would have had the rest of the anointing

Today, the rest are almost sold out

Marot your hair after Marot youth

He fell asleep, and the happy boyfriend left him

Why did they hear you? They said: dark hair

I wish the bird had said it

What a soft twister and a poet

Make the brother-in-law a hunting rope?

And you gathered their hearts on passion

And you deceived whomever you cut and who you courted

And you mocked the snitch, and you almost killed the excuse

Today, you are looking for someone who can refute and refute

If you find the Ghayed distracted by passion

And if you find poetry Ezz Al-Agheed?

Who portrayed the magic shown eyes

Who portrayed the magic shown eyes

And sweeten it as a stare for her and our eyelids? She looked, so she came beside me, so she targeted

My liver, and it was my faulty foadi

And I threw an arrow in it round

Until he settled down, he committed adultery

My chest felt tender and terrified

You touched my side, sympathetic and grieving

Oh heart, eyes are among the pearls

Black, and that of the root eyes

Do not take things for granted

Phenomena deceive the seer

So I came back from Al-Assan unharmed

And it was issued by Haif Al-Qudud

And a tent above the island touched it

The original went footnotes and died

Like dust on a horizon, and the aquamarine is a hill

And the musk is soil, and the ligin is a certain

Life stopped without her asking permission

And the breeze walked in its shadow, hurting us

And the Nile ran on it throwing silver

prose, and smashing aged alabaster

He tempts his maidservants with it, and they come to her

And change them with it, so ask us

Shepherd the darkness by Oans throwing

Like an antelope from the Lord, he loves us

They come to mind in the square of hearts

And Imln in the sight of the eyes Ghosna

Rotten tails of silk and others

And then they drew the myrtle and the eagle

I opposed them and I have a vulnerable heart

For the love of roots, Dan has a religion

So they looked, not realizing: I go left

So he turns away from me, or does he turn to the right?

And we flee from around me and among my beloved ones

Like a swarm that encounters an ambush in the wilderness

So I gathered them to the conversation I started

They were angry, then I returned it and we imposed it

And I heard from a lover saying to her soil:

It is better for Ahmad to be sober

She said: I see him when he finds it

May Layla have mercy on the insane.