Verses of praise

Verses in praise of the Messenger

Poem: Pray for the best of the wilderness, tents

Ibn Al-Jinan says:

Pray for the best of the wilderness

And the most honorable person who possesses pottery

Pray for those whose presence you are honored with

All over Mecca, Zamzam and Hatima

Pray for the highest-ranking Quraysh

With his seed, Al-Ula camped as a camp

Pray for the light whose morning is revealed

So he became a beast of darkness for misguidance

Pray for this man who showed us a gift

A straight approach to the true religion

Pray for this prophet, for he is

He who is always merciful to the believers

Pray for the Generous and Generous Muhammad

There is nothing like him among the noble messengers

He is the one who attained the honors and became rich

It has been well organized

Who was braver than Osama in the battle?

And with the dew, life speaks in person

He has a good nature and has an immaculate modesty

Amidst the dew and increased its glory

Every wise woman ruled for him with favor

In revelation, the book brought it wise

The evidence of his sincerity seemed to be divided

The darkness has begun to divide its division

And the sun stood still for him when it saw it

A handsome face of the Prophet

How many verses were spoken that would confirm Ahmad?

Even inanimate objects answered him verbally

And the stem is a longing, longing, fond of love

The grief of separation has become a rival

The virtues of the Seal of the Messengers, who...

With light it is sealed and guidance is sealed

He was marked above the sky with levels

In a sincere dream, play it permanently

He has an undefended banner of praise

He has intercession since he is eloquent

We hope for Him on the Day of Judgment

We hope for his great position

We have only the means of His love

And a greeting that smells delicious and delicious

It is the best gift a person gives to his Prophet

I sincerely hope for your prayers and peace

O you who hope for intercession from him

Bless him and grant him peace

Ould Al-Huda’s poem, “The beings are bright.”

Ahmed Shawky says:

Guidance was born, so the creatures are Dia

And the mouth of time smiled and praised

the spirit and the angels around him

To the debt and the world with it for purchase

And the throne will prosper, and the barn will prosper

And the ultimate and the infallible Sidra

And the Garden of Criterion laughs at usury

With the translation, a rich delicacy

And revelation drips chain from chain

And the tablet and the wonderful pen are narrations

The names of the apostles are organized, so it is a newspaper

On the tablet, the name of Muhammad is Tughra

The name of Majesty in its most beautiful letters

Alif there, and the name of Taha is Al-Ba.

O the best of those who have come in existence as a greeting

Of those sent to guide you, they came

The house of the prophets that does not meet

Except for the Hanafis in it and the Hanafis

Adam had the best fatherhood for you.

Without sleep and Eve achieved it

They realized the glory of prophecy and it ended.

In it, to you is the powerless glory

You were created for your house and it was created for it.

The greats are equal to the greats

God gave good tidings to the sky and it was decorated.

And I was humbled that the fools caught you

And your facial expressions appeared

Truth and I changed it into guidance and modesty

And upon him was the splendor of the light of prophecy.

Al-Khalil and his gift is Sima

Christ praised him behind his heaven

The Virgin rejoiced and was shaken

A day lost in time, its morning

And his evening with Muhammad and Wadha

The truth, whose foundation is high, is victorious

In the kingdom, no standard is higher than him

The thrones of the oppressors were terrified and shook

And echoes rose on their crowns

And the fire has empty sides around them.

Its melts subsided and the water subsided

There are many signs and miracles

Gabriel went to lunch

The orphan's blessings were revealed by the imagination of his bounty

And the orphans are partly provided with sustenance and intelligence.

In the cradle, the living is given water by his hope

And with His intention, misfortunes are averted

Just as honesty in youth and honesty did not

Known by honest and trustworthy people

O one who has morals, he does not desire highness

Among them are what the proud love

If it had not established a religion, it would have established itself

A religion whose light illuminates all spaces

Your beauty in great character is excellent

He is tempted by them and loves generous people

As for beauty, you are the sun of his sky

And the friendship of the friend towards you is great

And beauty is one of the most generous and good people

What was given to the commanders and leaders

If you are submissive, you will reach the level of generosity

And you did what the lights do not do

And if You pardon, then You are powerful and destined.

Don't let ignorant people underestimate your forgiveness

And if you have mercy, then you are a mother or a father.

These two in this world are the merciful

And if you get angry, it is just anger.

In the truth there is no malice or hatred

And if you are satisfied, then that will please him

And the contentment of many is dreaminess and hypocrisy

And when you deliver a sermon, the pulpits will shake.

The dew is bare and the hearts are weeping

And when you decide, there is no doubt, as if

The adversaries came as judgment from heaven

If you heat the water, it will not flow even

Caesars and kings are thirsty

And if you are rewarded, then you are the house of God.

The tenant enters into hostility against him

And if you have control over the soul, you will uphold its righteousness.

Even if your hands do not possess will

And when you build, the best pair is ten.

And if you build, your fathers will support you

And if you are accompanied, he sees loyalty embodied

In your coldness are your friends and associates

And if you take or give the covenant

All of your covenants are a commitment and a loyalty.

And if you walk to the enemy, then Ghadnafar

And if you run, you are the one who suffers

And you extend your dream to the foolishly

Until the foolish are narrow in your presentation

There is awe in every soul of yours

And every soul in your calling has hope

Verses in praise of the Arabic language

Arabic language poem

Hamad bin Khalifa Abu Shihab says:

The language of the Qur’an, O sun of guidance

The Most Merciful has protected you from the plots of enemies

Is there any language on the face of the earth?

It caused an echo in the ears of eternity

Just as you created it in the world

He never knows anything about you

He became involved with you and became a scholar

I issue a fatwa and sing alone

And on your corner he planted his flag

Confirmation news after the beginning

You taught me that it is forbidden

It is one's mind, not what they have corrupted

I put the noun and verb and did not

Leave the letter freely, sir

You are the one who straightened their tongues

You don't know the text and it hurts the syntax

With you, we are the ideal nation that

Summarize the statement and add it well

Within your folds is the most precious essence

Al-Shadi tweeted it and they stood up

In a clear statement, Ghar Al-Duha

From him, so be prepared for you

We taught people guidance through you

We chose the single statement

We planted in you eternal glory

He challenges the immortal lofty ones

Above the permissibility of space are its echoes

And your history is rich and intense

God did not choose you among us in vain

No, I did not choose you for religion in vain

You are from Adnan, light and guidance

You are from Qahtan who sent a delegation

A language that God has revealed

Clear evidence from Him and guidance

And the sweet shark, had it not been for her

Madlaj melody at night

Horses roar from his sounds

The echoing clamor of the supervisors

I was afraid of Sheba, his enemies

Today, I fear no enemy

But I fear Sheba, his ignorance

Whoever nurtures wrongdoing and abandons maturity

Oh rulers, is there anyone listening?

When I call for this call

This is the classical language that we seek

We salute those who are so passionate about it

He is the soul of the Arabs who protects him

Preserving the soul and body

If you want a pure language

Yesterday is generous and tomorrow is generous

So they chose her masters for her

If he talked about it, he would tweet

He spoke from his source

Bright as pearl jewellery

O container of religion and the world with

The Qur’an is sufficient for you to memorize and perform

In an Arabic tongue, its source

What is the sweet Euphrates or what is cold?

Whenever the devil of passion leads you

For the destruction, Sultan Al-Huda saved you

Poem I came back to myself and accused my pebbles

Hafez Ibrahim says:

I came back to myself and thought about my stones

And I called my people and counted for my life

They accused me of barrenness in my youth. I wish I had been

I was sterilized, but I was not afraid to tell my period

I was born and did not find any brides for me

Men and competent people, and my daughters performed their duties

You have expanded the Book of God in word and purpose

I am not tired of verses that contain sermons

How can I today be narrow enough to describe a machine?

And coordinating names for inventions

I am the sea in whose wombs the pearl lies hidden

Did they ask the diver about my shells?

Woe to me, I am worn out and my virtues are wearing out

And among you, even if the medicine is strong, I will suffer

Do not trust me for the time being, for I am patient

I fear for you when I die

I see the men of the West as being proud and powerful

How powerful are peoples with powerful languages?

They brought creative miracles to their families

I wish you would come up with words

Does a crowing make you happy from the west side?

He calls to my valley in the spring of my life

If you rebuke the birds one day, you will know

Because of the stumbling blocks and distractions underneath

God gave water to the depths of the island greater

It is an honor for her to soften my channel

They preserved my heart in weariness, and I preserved it

They have a heart that is always grieving

I boasted about the people of the West, while the East was in the making

Ashamed of those great grunts

I see a slippery slope in the newspapers every day

From the grave He brings me near without patience

And I hear the scribes in Egypt making a noise

So I know that those who shout are calling me

Will my people abandon me, may God forgive them

To a language that had no connection with narrators

The taint of the Franks spread through her as it did

Snake saliva in the Euphrates stream

It appeared as a garment containing seventy patches

The problem of different colors

To the assembly of writers and the crowd is crowded

I spread my hope after spreading my doubts

Either life sends the dead into ruin

And in those ashes my remains will grow

Or death after which there is no resurrection

Death for my life is not measured by death

Verses in praise of women

A poem I love more than women, and they are diverse

Farazdaq says:

I love women and they are different

The hadeeth of the scarcity and the stare of death

Impediments to the forbidden without obscenity

And she does what is lawful for her

I found love only heals him

A meeting that kills the grains of Nahala

I say to a woman whose hands were uncovered

And the departure of its occupant toiled the impossible

If she had known, I would have said to her, “Shame on me.”

And do not complain to me that you have fatigue

You have reached, so don't be

Like a mill full of tphala

Your soul is my fees

And I entrusted you with the calf nerve

And turn back the whip from you so that it meets you

You have the two epochs so that Jala

It did not leave a desert for it

Nor the flint from the leprosy of sandals

You calm down the free dandelion when

You may as well have passed it on a mobile phone

For in front of you is the Mahdi who guides

The Most Merciful is he who fears misguidance

And your palace is from his call, so inform me

Like the overflow of the sea when it rose and flowed

I saw you as long as I waited for God

Stop the impossible

With your permission, I looked at the states I have

And I said, "Perhaps he is the one who erected the mountains."

Verses in praise of the teacher

Qom poem for the teacher and his veneration

Ahmed Shawqi says in his poem:

Go to the Teacher and give him veneration

The teacher almost became an apostle

You informed Ashraf or yes who

It builds and creates souls and minds

Glory be to You, O God, the best teacher

You taught with the pen the first centuries

You brought this mind out of its darkness

And His guidance is the light that is clear to the path

Sometimes it was printed by the teacher’s hand

Rusty iron, sometimes polished

With the Torah you sent Moses, a guide

Ibn al-Batoul taught the Gospel

And you burst forth the fountain of eloquence, Muhammad

So he narrated the hadith and passed on the revelation