Bedouin poetry and ghazal

Spinning in Bedouin poetry

Some Bedouin flirtatious poems:

I love you and your father and your father and your father

I assembled it to your satisfaction and made your choice

See which of them follows your judgment and satisfaction

And what is yours is to water your ears, not to hold them

I started telling stories and I started telling you

I am honored by my accent and its prowess

Its content: I would like to see you and fall in love with you

You will not reach the paths of the people of destruction

Your guardian, your love, and your home protect you

There is no way to deter luck and its coming

Your soul is well-groomed, and may God bless you, your Lord

He does not know that the army of wanderers is invading it

God swears that He will bless you through me and you will bless you

Anyone like me in the Arab world should beg for it

Love (n) a piece of the heart that fills you

Love (n) is the sincerity of passion that covers it

May your heart be loyal to me and you will be exhausted

Naas (n) on Lamak rubbing her hands

You have a sober mind and one of your advantages

You love yourself and you ride your chastity

You obey the mind of (N) after he misled and tempted you

Your feelings disobey him, and you disobey them

I have only seen your eyes and your right hand

Loving (n) the shepherd of evil does not want it

My heart is clenched when I cannot imagine parting with you

What's wrong with (N) but you?

Oh the honor of your brothers and the demand of these of you

People (n) love your father you claim

People (N) serve your father all for your eyes

And he thinks that God will guide him

Oh, make it sacrifice on earth for what has befallen you

By God, someone like her will test her

But play in, Levi, Taghlak

And my soul is surrounded by obstacles that limit it

Slow down on me while I'm here and move

And if I were to be impatient, I would love for it to become winter-hardy

And gather your knowledge from here and there

By God, even if it were published, I would not buy it

Your excuse is mine, not her. What distracted you?

No, it is and bitter(n)ment lahi comes after it

It is as if you doubt loyalty and glory here

My cell phone reads the list completely

Your number is with (outgoing) or (incoming) as well

And the people in the night (he did not respond to her).

Bye bye, bye bye... bye bye bye

And from the absence of (N) without excuse, he protects her

I intended to meet Al-Ghadi, the Master of the beloved

I mean for the wound to go away, it has become more inflamed

I came and started their fire around the trees

The verse of poetry is folded and its leaves remain

I stopped their knees and the fringe melted

Tears flow and amazement at the answer

In abundance of tears, I held my eyelashes together

I echoed soft, soft, tears rhyming with a cloud

Some pain can be treated with herbs

And some pain, oh woe to him who is afflicted with it

Bedouin love, not love, is a liar

He will be healed, even if he is wounded, his sanity will be renewed

Today, you have arrived among us like foreigners

That expensive, what a waste, what a fool

Early if we come to them like strangers

Since we were family and relatives

It's up to God, everything has a reason

Nor is my passion what I am guided by

How is it that my heart is not in a position today?

On the cover is engraved some writing

Even the trail of his walk along plains and plateaus

It will come and will not be known

My heart from the difference is right and doubtful

But he became sad because of the horror of what happened to him

My sadness for him is that he did something wrong and it was not good

The look of a doctor hastened his departure

The scent of lavender and clover is an adornment of perfumes

The wind of the brown draws me in his clothes

I do not accept a breeze with horses and riders

And at the rising of the sun, he has glory and awe

Another Bedouin poem

You appeared to me with new verses of poetry

Above the lines, I write Biotin Jadadi

You are honest, my chest is tight

If I say that, the tightness in the chest will increase

It came to me who had wide eyes

The one who shares my sleep and increase

And I don't think I'll forget the one whose eyelashes are shady

And I'm so excited about it, waaaahjadi

I had beautiful nights with Khali

I am redeemed and I am redeemed like myself

He and I took love to Sajat

In two tens, it is not equal to ten corruptions

But in my time, I was jealous

Awareness that fulfills my desired time

A love that is seen as a separation from what is within it

Like whiteness overshadowed by blackness

It is true what the proverbs and narratives said

What follows the flames is the code of grey

I saved my money with love and hobbies

And I sowed what I sowed and became the harvester

What is true, love is lies and myths

If you are not, O people of knowledge, I will go

Love is an innovation for which the verses were not revealed

Neither of us had any hadith or hadiths

After a love that lasted five years

The end of our love became something normal

A Bedouin and urban ghazal poem

Urban area

We said, “May God’s peace, O shepherd of the parish.”

Where is the road that leads to the country?

We have a fool who did not know the value of his brother

A wasteland with no one in it

Nomad

Hello and welcome to narcissism

Leave your home and the boy

Is that our tent or are you in the cell?

God bless you on Sunday

Urban area

We don't have a place to sit, you feverish man

Like us, he never misses a moment

Otherwise, the Indian may be alive today

He did not know the path, nor was he the one he sought

Nomad

If you sit down, welcome, you will be his guests

And if you are unable, bring with you the lions

It is not permissible to force us to force you with intention

But a return is necessary from a promise

Urban area

God gave me a lifetime, and I have the rest

I have to get back to you tomorrow

Even if we part, you will remember the ride

And he made Raad succeed us in your homes

Nomad

I wish I were an Indian with you, Ghashmariyya

And the Indian sat in the desert

I wish you and I could take care of the flock

Or I wish my heart was crazy and my mind was crazy

Urban area

May God protect you from being a Bedouin

I am not lacking, son, in worry and distress

Show us the line as long as the sun is alive

No, the night approached, and the Indian fell asleep

Nomad

That is your path from behind your soul

And hide your face and never show it

If you want to cut wood, you have no money

Make a smooth rope with your hands