The most beautiful spinning poetry

These are various verses of flirtatious poetry

From Al-Mutanabbi’s ghazal

Do not fight with your eyes and my heart……..the weak defeat the strong.

If my eyes saw your beauty coming...and by your right, my soul, I became drunk without drinking.

He wrote tears on his cheeks......... Passion and longing dictate what is written.

I love you with two loves, the love of passion……..and the love because you are worthy of that.

I saw a full moon walking on the ground…….and I had never seen a full moon walking on the ground.

They said parting tomorrow, no doubt I told them...but the death of myself because of parting tomorrow.

Stand up and let us go before we are about to separate....for I am not the one who lives until we meet.

Mobs, I love you, I swear I love you so much... I love even the richness of the earth

I held you until I said, “My fire has been extinguished.” But my fire was not extinguished, and its fuel was increased.

I will leave this world and your love…….. between the wings, no one will feel it.

Passion followed my soul in its paths until love ran the course of the soul into the body.

I love you with a love that could extend its power to………….. creation. Creation died from the intensity of love.

I said: As she wished and her passion wished....Your murderer said: Which of them, there are many of them.

You are going and in your hands is my heart...return my heart and go wherever you want.

And I have a heart when the torment lasts for a long time.... it longs to meet its tormentor.

Nothing has cured people's disease like love... and there is no cure like it, whether bone or body.

She rose to shade me, and it is a wonder…….. Shams shades me.

I abandoned you until it was said that he has no knowledge of passion...and I visited you until it was said that he has no patience.

She said, “I am crazy about the person I love.” I told her, “Love is greater than what crazy people do.”

If the dissolved poison was mixed with its saliva……..and a drop of it was made to drink, I would be blessed.

And I said, “My witnesses to your love are many…..and my heart believes them and my tears are shed.”

I return my look to him while he is oblivious...to steal Malice Daria's eyes from him.

She has a sister, the Saari Moon, and she…………..sometimes she rises for him and he sets.

And if she rules, she will be unfair to me with her ruling...but that injustice is more desirable than justice.

I am bored like my heart while you are in it………….. How I embraced the one who spoke to you.

Tell your loved ones how blessed I am to be away from you………..while I am a traveler and my heart is residing.

You tortured me with everything except……….. resistance, and I have never tasted torture like the barriers.

And she led my heart in her desires...and my heart obeyed her and disobeyed her.

I submitted to her in love after my pride……..and every lover of loved ones is submissive.

And I have known the fire as its mark of guidance...and with the fire of your cheeks every heart is confused.

Torment me as much as you want, torture my heart……..for the torment of love is my highest desire.

Some of me died in the fire of abandonment... and some became drowned in tears.

The rose killed itself out of envy of you...and threw its blood on your cheeks.

Getting used to your absence is difficult...and getting used to your presence is even more difficult.

It has seeped into the pores of my skin...just like a dew drop.

I have you, even if you forget a covenant... in the depths of the heart other than you.

I am tempting you that your love kills me... and that whatever you tell the heart, it does.

O God, you lived in the heart, and if you died... my echo follows your echo in the grave.

You are the bliss for my heart and the torment for it...so what is your command in my heart and your sweetness.

How strange is the death of lovers in love...but the survival of lovers is strange.

The passion for you has entered my heart...the blood of life has flowed into my veins.

My friend, while you lived, did you see... a dead man who cried out of love for his killer before me?

If my heart were with me, I would not have chosen anyone but you... nor would I have accepted anyone but you in my desires instead

I wish this love could only be loved once...so that it would know what abandonment the lover experiences.

Your eyes touched the hearts, and they were all…..either wounded or dead.

And I like to sleep when it is not the right time... Maybe it will be a meeting in a dream.

Were it not for passion, there would not be a lover on earth that was submissive...but the dear of lovers is subservient.

_ Send in me the love of your own goodness,,,, and let the bird of joy spread its wings

Keep me away from the goals of your philosophies,,,, and give me all the help to be honest

Bring me the most beautiful thing from your life story,,,, and give me some of that space

Prove to the deceived person the strength of your steadfastness,,,, and drown the shepherd of grace with grace

Embrace the modesty of your pride in your abayas,,,, and embrace the modesty of your pride in Al-Baraha

Prevent the plot of giving from your data,,,, and shake hands with the palm of loyalty, comfort with comfort

Oh Hala, your grandfather is Hala and your compliments,,,, Oh Hala, all the goodness in your hand is his scarf.

Show me the specter of love and your memories, O evening, the whisper of the gentleman, and O morning