Poetry is one of the most beautiful things that can be gifted to those we love, as it is words filled with sincere feelings and feelings. Among the most beautiful verses are:
Discover the passion in your voice.. buried groans
You hide between your breath.. so that I don't see it
I don't know if it is love.. which I feared
Or was she afraid of blame.. so she preferred tranquility
(Abdullah Al-Faisal) …
I lent you my sight, and you blinded my eyes
I raised you to the highest, so I put my affairs in order
I clothed you and revealed my body
Ecstatic winner of the festival
Your jacket from the arrows of lethal life
So the arrows hit my horse
And you are not to blame, how can I hope
Musk out of nowhere
(Mohamed Abdel Muttalib Gad) …
vows of love
Yesterday I had a broken heart
And the people rested from it and rested
That era of my life has passed
Between rejuvenation, complaint, and wailing
But love is like a star in the space
His light is erased by the morning lights
And the joy of love is an illusion that does not last
And the beauty of love is a shadow that does not reside
And vows of love are dreams that fade away
When the mind awakens...
I forget to die
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And repeat what you started and intend to miss and not miss
It raises my pain and forces me to be silent
And you say to me: Die, you who are withered, so I forget that I die!
(Abdullah Al-Bardouni) …
vision
out of your blood
Looking for a home in you
Soaked in tears
A homeland you may have lost in fear of
And I sought to wander so that it would not be lost
(Muhammad Al-Fitouri) …
Tears
There are no ruins left to weep over
How does a nation cry from which they took away its tears?
(Nizar Qabbani) …
clatter
What is lost will bring me back, except for the extinction of my ambition
Ambition is a garden whose flowers are my dreams
If an event shakes me, I repeat the clouds to the sky
And the clouds of the sky will clear for the awakening of the days
Today is gone, and tomorrow is the time to meet me
Early in the morning subject to my will and my goals
(Think Coptic) …
Sunset snitch
She stared into the sunset and cried
And the sun shone from the misery of the clouds
Dreams swing in her dreams
Between spectra that disappear and shine
And silence plays in the desert of its straying
A melody dissipates every sound heard
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The Messengers of Noa...
Those who go behind the sun
Why did the Ashjan meet?
And for longing, he sold in separation?!
About pains, we ask what is wrong with them?!
Excuse us..if we like Thracian
Shopping for us from ruins is a memory
She sheds tears of agony
But by God, longing is sweet
Some of the sweet are bitter in taste
mud and water
People from the side of the statue are competent
Their father is Adam and mother is Eve
If they have no honor from their origin
They are proud of it with mud and water
(Ali bin Abi Talib) …
Sleep and don't wake up
People do not speak
Speech is forbidden
Sleep and do not wake up
Nothing but sleep won
They are late for everything
commands that you advance
They set aside understanding
It is better that you do not understand
Whoever wants you to live
Today he is honored
Let him not touch to hear, nor
He has sight and no mouth
(Marouf Al-Rusafi) …
Elegy Andalusia
Except for the souls of verses with determination
As for the good, supporters and helpers
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As souls and bodies separate
And a child like the beauty of the sun when it came out
As if it were sapphire and coral
The cure leads her to the hated
The eyes are weeping and the heart is confused
They are the merciful
And if you have mercy, you are a mother or a father
These two in this world are the merciful
What's past is past
Do not cry over anything you regret
If you remove it from your hands, tendencies
It is not something that God tried to bring together
I walked or what God separates a mosque
(Qais bin Dharih) …
Shave the grout
Shatt Alsaba What wave breaks you
After patience, I repeated it to Al-Asr
Is there a balm in your tongue to a stranger?
Or a talisman like me, so you can't?
Even if that is true
We remain a question missed by an interpreter?
(Ahmed Imam)
Keep the secret
If one discloses his secret with his tongue
And no one else blames him, he is a fool
If one's chest is tired of the secret of himself
The chest of the one who deposits the secret is narrower
(al-Emam Al Shafi) …
And warm his heart
If your secret is what our envious said
So what is the wound if you are satisfied with pain
And between us, if you take care of that, is knowledge
The acquaintances in the people of the end are slander
How much do you ask for a defect for us, and it fails you
God hates what you do and generosity
value in principle
One may love someone who has money in his hand
And the heart hates the one who has gold in his palm
A fact if the ignorant were aware of it
They competed in their meanings and did not fight
The value of people is only in their principles
No money remains, no titles and ranks
(Abdul Rahman Al-Ashmawy) …
And I do not believe in you word
But I was miserable with my good thought
(Abdullah Al-Faisal) …
And whoever has a bitter mouth is sick
He finds bitter water earthquake
And how I wish you would ask me to dance
My arm puzzled me where to throw it
Come back to me, the earth is standing still
As if she escaped from her seconds
Come back, after you, there is no contract to hang it up!
Nor did she touch my perfumes in their containers
Who is my beauty? Whose silk shawl?
Dvaira Orbhe years ago
Go back as you are, whether you are awake or rainy
What I am my life that were not in it!
(Nizar Qabbani)
