Verses of pre-Islamic poetry

Verses of pre-Islamic poetry

From the splendor of time, pre-Islamic poetry came to carry each of us with a lot of the fragrant past, and the ancient poets excelled in the method of presenting this poetry.

Pre-Islamic poetry in spinning

diner

Salma connected the rope to the length of her side

And after you came back gray, repent.... Her affection was lost

Shorter students, for you are as long as…. I fell in love with her

Wouldn't he be welded in the glass.... Her slit with her nerves

Wouldn't you see in Al-Zabr a clear... proof of its good writing?

One day the villages will perish for you before their punishment is justified.

And it becomes after Amara... a day when it will be ruined

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And bid farewell to the kitten, the knees are traveling, …. And can you bear to say goodbye, man?

Its girders are glued polished branches, …. Walking at ease as the face walks in the mud

As if she walked from her neighbour's house... the cloud passed, neither an heir nor a calf

You hear al-Holi whispering when she leaves…. He also used the wind of Asharq Zajal

It is not like the one whose appearance the neighbors hate.... And do not see it deviating from the secret of the neighbor

He would almost kill her, had it not been for her strictness, …… if she got up to her lazy neighbors

If a century is treated for an hour, then it cools down, ….. and the sins of the body and the sponsor are shaken from it

The fullness of the scarf and the yellowness of the shield with a hunk….. If it comes, the waist will almost drop.

A kitten repelled from us what we were talking about, ..... out of ignorance of Umm Khalid's pregnancy.

Imru' al-Qays

I wean off some of this pampering... and if you have tightened my fast, then beautify me

You are deceived by me that your love kills me... and that whatever you order the heart does

And if you are displeased with me...then remove my clothes from yours.

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White, unbleached huffs... Its ribs are polished like a stiletto

Like the reel of a meeting, white with yellow... It was fed by the undissolved tiger of water

She repels and shows off Aseel, and she fears... by looking at a beast and an intrusive jar

And it is good, like good rum, and it is not obscene... if it is good, and it is not bad

And a branch adorns the board, black and charcoal... Prove like the reticent palm tree

His treachery is spread out to the heights... The orbits remain in two and sent

And you give cheaply, not a handful, as if it were … the speeds of a gazelle, or your equals

And she sacrificed, so the musk settled on her bed... We sleep for the forenoon, and she did not speak of her preference

It lights up the darkness at dinner, as if it were... a beacon of a celibate monk's evening

Like her, he yearns for the kind, patient... If you are a shield and a wanderer

Pre-Islamic poetry in lamentation

Abd Yaghouth

Don't blame me, stop blaming what's wrong with me = and you both have no good in blame or me

Did you not know that there is little benefit in blaming? And why do I blame my brother from the north?

O rider, either you turn back, tell them = Nadamai from Najran that you will not meet

Aba anguish

May Allah reward my people with the dogs to blame = their outspoken and the loyal others

And if I wanted, Nahda could have saved me from the people = you can see behind her the horses in succession

But I protect your father's Dhamar = and the spears used to snatch the lawyer

And an Abashmiyya sheikha laughs at me = as if she had never seen a Yemeni captive before me

And my wife, Malika, has learned that I am the enemy, the enemy and the enemy.

I say, and they pulled my tongue tight = Ten Tims loosed my tongue

O ten people, you have become kings, so pray for your brother, for he was not of my family.

If you kill me, you will kill me, my master, and if you release me, you will fight me for my money.

And I used to, if the horses were chasing them, the qana = tactful in the conjugation of the qanat Banania

Indeed, servants of God, if I am not listening = the hymn of the celibate shepherds

I was the butcher of the carrots and the factory of the = riding and going where I lived past

And I will sacrifice my mount for honorable drinking = and I will tear a robe between the two necks

And the usual locust poison I distributed = with my palm, and they bowed to me the heights

As if I didn't ride a horse and didn't say = to my horse to treat myself for my men

And I did not curse the narrator, and I did not say = to the left of the sincerity, increase my light