Al-Mutanabbi's poetry in praise of himself

the horses and the night and the desert know me

the horses and the night and the desert know me

And the sword, and the spear, and the paper, and the pen

I am the one who looked at my literature by the blind

and made my words heard by him who is deaf

I sleep filling my eyelids from its strays

Creation watches over it and quarrels

What further disadvantage and decreases of honor

I am the rich, the gray-haired and the old

How much do you ask for a defect for us, and it fails you?

God hates what you do and generosity

What further disadvantage and decreases of honor

I am the rich, the gray-haired and the old

And Muhgah Mhgti who is its owner

I overtook her with a bare-backed horse

Those who love my resurrection do not have a blade

I will remove from you my resemblance to what it is

No one is above me and no one is like me

How many people were killed? You also killed a martyr

I was not honored by my people, but they were honored by me

And I am proud of myself, not my grandfathers

And in them is the pride of everyone who uttered the dha

The refuge of the offender and the relief of the exile

If I am amazed, then it is amazing

He did not find anything more than himself

I am the dust of dew and the Lord of rhymes

The poison of hostility and the wrath of the envious

I am in a nation that God has corrected

-He is a stranger like Saleh in Thamud

I blame the cores for their injustice, the utmost injustice

It is as if I have rolled the earth from my experience with it

It is as if Alexander built the dam out of my resolve

Every person has a period of time that he is accustomed to

Eternity is only from the narrators of my followers

If I say poetry, the eternity has become a vocalist

So he walked with him who does not walk with his arms

And he who does not sing in praise of it sings it

Reward me if I recite poetry, for it is only

With my hair, praise came to you echoing

Leave every sound other than mine, for I am

I am the one who shouts and the other is the echo

I left the secrets behind for those who had little money

And I shod my horses with your grace as a place of worship

If a person asks for wealth in his days

And while you were at a distance, we made an appointment with you

Tears ran down and he spent a quarter of what was due

And if I live, I will make war a source of war

Al-Samhari is a brother and Al-Mashharafi is a father

He stabbed the horses of his knights for eternity

I was obsessed with pests until I left them

You say death died or panic struck

I put forward the steps of the one who came as if it were mine

Change my dialect or I had a string

Secure your prosperity in the darkness of the censors

I am the rock of the valley if it is crowded

And if I speak, then I am Gemini

If I hide it from the fool, he will be excused

Don't you see me as a blind eye?

The thing about the nights is that my camel complains

My chest is better than Umm Al-Baida

So she spent the night with her intentions flowing smoothly

Her help in the task was to enlighten her

My stay is his will, not their worry

I see that the sympathizers are tempted to criticize me

Who can praise the incurable disease?

Whoever has a bitter and sick mouth

He finds bitter and albuminous water in it

And they said: Will the Pleiades reach you?

So I said, “Yes, if you wish.”

The answer to my questions is there no equal?

And no, no, no, no

You have homes in hearts

And if my blame comes to you from someone deficient

It is my testimony that I am perfect

Fouad is not entertained by Madam

And I am not one of them to live in them

But the gold metal is aggregate

Abu Al-Tayeb Al-Mutanabbi's praise of Badr bin Ammar Al-Asadi

In the cheek, the mixture decided to leave

Rain that makes cheeks look cloudy

O look, she refused to sleep and left

In my heart, I have never lived

She was one of the noble ones, but I asked

For me, he represented in my heart Sula

I find estrangement other than you as chivalry

And patience is beautiful only in your intentions

I find your a lot of pampering to be endearing

I see a little spoiled and bored

Your buttocks complain about riding on top of it

The complaint that found your passion intrusive

And he lends me the pull of the reins on her heart

Her mouth towards you is like a request for kissing

Al-Hassan's gaze from the seductive ones made me mad

The day of separation, young and old

A stare that condemns other killers

Badr bin Ammar bin Ismaila

The one who relieves the anguish of bones like it

And he who abandons the Mighty King is humiliated

A touchstone if a rival repays his debt

Al-Hussam made whatever he wanted a guarantor

Pronunciation, when the speech is made up of its tail

Through His logic He gave hearts minds

Time has overtaken his generosity

And time may be stingy with it

It was as if lightning in the clouds

An Indian tied to his hand

And his place is filled with talent

If they had been flowing, they would not have found flowing

His racquets became thin, as if they were weak

He shows slender necks from his love

He covered the swarming lion with his whip

For whom have you saved the stern and polished?

Calamity has fallen upon the Jordan because of it

The most important of the comrades was filled with it

A rose when a drinker comes to the lake

The Euphrates roared and the Nile roared

Dressed in the blood of predators

In his generation, he started a generation

His eyes met him only with suspicion

Under the darkness, the fire of the team comes

In the unity of the monks, except that

He does not know prohibition or analysis

He descends into the dust, relieved from his wandering

It is as if he were a myrtle feeling sick

And his forgiveness will be restored to his fountain

Until it becomes a crown for his head

And you think that he is the one who snarls at himself

Because of his intense anger, he was preoccupied with her

His fear shortened his steps, as if

Al-Kumai rode his horse with a harness

He threw his prey and fled without it

She came close, almost intruding

So the two characters were similar in his feet

And they differed in that food

A lion sees both his members in you

A simple text and a twisted helper

There is a tamra in the saddle of the thirsty woman

Her uniqueness refuses to represent her

Nayala requests, had it not been for her

She gives the place of her bridle to Ma Nila

Her sideburns come out when you bring them up

Its knot is thought to be loose

He is still collecting himself in his falsehood

Until you calculated its width from its length

And he hits the chest as if with stones

He seeks a path to what is in the gutter

It is as if an eye has deceived him and approached him

He does not see the great speeches

The generous person abandons the worldly life

In his eyes, the large number is small

Shame is bitter and not something to be afraid of

Whoever is afraid of what they said will die

He preceded his meeting with the leap of an attacker.

If you had not confronted him, he would have passed you a mile

His strength failed him and it struggled against him

So he asked for the salutation and the bragging

His death seized his hands and neck

It was as if he had come across a chain of command

His cousin heard about him and his condition

He escaped, running away from you yesterday, in a terrible way

And the worst thing he fled from was his flight

And as if he had killed him, he would not die dead

The one who took boldness is damaged

He preached to the one who decided to flee as a friend

If your knowledge of God were divided

Among the people, God has not sent a messenger

If your word had been among them, he would not have revealed the

The Qur’an, the Torah, and the Gospel

If only what you gave them had happened before

You give them they did not know meditation

She was known and was not truly known

You were ignorant, and you were not ignorant out of idleness

Your pigeons sang a song

And as the horses neigh

Not every request of His Excellency is effective

In it, not all men are virtuous