Sweet and short poems

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Arabic linguists differed in defining a specific meaning for poetry, and each of them said his own opinion, but everyone agrees that poetry is emotions translated in an easy and simple language close to the soul and endearing, and the topics of poetry vary according to the poet’s desire and what he deems appropriate to express what is going on inside him. So you see him writing in spinning sometimes, and in satire at other times, along with descriptions, lamentations, enthusiasm, and others.

let the days do what they want

• This poem is by al-Shafi’i, who is Abu Abdullah Muhammad ibn Idris al-Shafi’i al-Muttalib al-Qurashi, and he is one of the four imams. He was born in 767 AD and died in 820 AD. One of his most beautiful poems is this poem, which is vertical from the plentiful sea.

Let the days do whatever you want

And heal a soul if the judiciary ruled

And don't be alarmed by his accident at night

There is no survival for the accidents of the world

And be a man on the horrors of flogging

Your trait is forgiveness and loyalty

Even if your faults abound in the prairie

And your pleasure to have a cover

Cover up with generosity, every defect

Generosity covers it

And you never see the enemy as humiliated

The gloating of enemies is a scourge

Do not seek forgiveness from a stingy person

There is no water in Hell for the thirsty

And your livelihood does not lack deliberation

It does not increase the burden of sustenance

No sadness lasts nor pleasure

And there is no misery for you, nor prosperity

If you have a contented heart

You and the owner of the world are the same

It came down Bsahn Almena

There is neither earth nor sky

And God's land is vast, but

If the judiciary came down the space narrowed

Let the days treachery every now and then

There is no medicine for death

O shepherd of friendliness whose actions

Abu Ala’ Al-Ma’ari was born in 973 AD and died in 1057 AD. He is considered one of the most important poets and philosophers of the Abbasid era. Among his poems are:

O shepherd of the kindness whose deeds

It suffices by its appearance of its attributes

If you were alive, I wouldn't cut you off, so apologize

About me to you, a friend of hers

The earth knows that I act

From above it as if I am below it

The world and every companion betrayed me

His companion betrayed the North with her sister

She fell in love with her keen eyes and showed

I hate what you showed of her hate

The beautiful must not be slandered or slandered

blasphemous

And I have made you a partner in your bond

And I dwelt in the valley of worries and hid them

And I hated after the three gestational

Ways of condolence for the change of its name

And I have to make up my prayers

She missed if I didn't get her on time

As you have learned, the prayers are silent

About us and every phrase in its silence

agreed upon for eternity if you ask him

The soul of a person for his crime is not passed

And the sins are like paper on the boy

And a wind blowing her beard

May your Lord reward you with heaven for this

Dar and if you feel good, you will be deceived by its beauty

The one who said the country is old went astray

Of course it was, and sleep was its bed

And before us is a day for which his efforts will be made

From the wear and tear of the bones

The time bad for us must then

The ropes of brotherhood are strengthened from its bits

May God have mercy on those who passed with grace

And it protects you from the grief of engagement and its old age

And prolong your life for a friend is his length

A reason for the enmity's wrath and suppression

I want your behavior and the heart refuses

• Ahmed Shawqi is an Egyptian poet, born in 1686 AD and died in 1932 AD. He was called the Prince of Poets, due to his great position among poets, and among his most beautiful poems:

I want your comfort and the heart refuses

Your admonition and self-fulfillment are my admonitions

And I leave you and my sleep leaves me

And the darkness makes me sad and distressed

And I remind you to see every good thing

So my eyes and my heart are pouring

And complain about my torment in your fancy

And I reward you for the torture with love

And I know that you have always been dry

So why did I make love a habit

Perhaps someone reprimands like living, complaining

And filling the soul with it is passion and admonition

Would you reward me for the nearness?

I thresholded you with passion, and stop blaming you

Every navigation among people is a sin

If the alarm counts on you as a sin

I took your love from my eyes and my heart

My eyes have supplicated and the heart has answered

And you are one of the virtues in an example

I ransomed you with a heart and a heart

I love you when you praise the good

And I fear that he will become a habitual wanderer

And they said: In the alternative, satisfaction and spirit

I threw away the alternative, I threw it hard

And I reviewed Rashad Asai Aslo

What's wrong with solace?

If the cup does not go away my worries

The bartender's hand has been repented, and damn it

I must abstain from drinking it

And I drink more generously than the virgins of the monastery

And I have a soul that I see, so it flaunts

Like a rose flower, we call it a flower

God threw dirt in Buthaina's eyes

• Jamil bin Abdullah bin Muammar Al-Athri Al-Qudha’i, and he was called Jamil Buthaina for his intense love for her, and among his most beautiful poems for his beloved Buthaina:

God threw splinter into Buthaina's eyes

And in the hollows of its fangs, with pliers

She shot me with an arrow whose feather kohl did not harm

The phenomena of my skin, it is in the heart my wounds

I wish I had gray hair before what you said

From the announcer, Judge Samam Al-Dharih

So I died and you did not know that I had committed treason.

Indeed, a profit-seeker is not a profit-seeker

Do not carry it and make it a felony

I fanned out of it in a sultry breeze

I confess my sin that I wronged her

The rest of her secret is not revealing

The cup reader

• Nizar Tawfiq Al-Qabbani is a Syrian diplomat and poet, born in 1923 AD, and died in 1998 AD. His first collection of poetry was entitled (The Brunette Said to Me), and he also established his first publishing house in 1967 under the name (Nizar Qabbani Publications). Among the poems of Nizar Qabbani:

She sat with fear in her eyes

You look at my upside down cup

She said

My son, do not be sad

Love on you is written

Hey My son,

He died a martyr

He who died on the religion of the beloved

Your cup is a terrifying world

And your life is travels and wars

You will love a lot and a lot

And you die often and often

And you will adore all the women of the earth

And return as the defeated king

In your life, my son, a woman

Her eyes, Glory be to God

Her mouth is drawn like a cluster

Music and roses made her laugh

But your sky is rainy

Your path is blocked

The sweetheart of your heart, my son

Sleeping in a watched palace

And the palace is big, my son

And dogs guard him and soldiers

And the princess of your heart is sleeping

Whoever enters her room is missing

Whoever asks for her hand

Whoever approaches her garden wall is missing

Who tried to undo her braids

Hey My son

Missing Missing

I saw and stared a lot

But I never read

A cup like yours

I never knew, my son

Sorrows similar to yours

You can never walk

In love as sharp as a dagger

And remain alone as shells

And you remain as sad as a willow

You can never go

In the sea of ​​love without castles

And love millions of times

And return as the deposed king

I advise you to be sad, I do not recommend you to flog

• Here, the poet Abu Firas al-Hamdani, in his poem, recommended sadness, saying:

I advise you to be sad, I do not advise you to flog

Most of the afflicted with violence and refutation

I beseech you to suffice with consolation

About Khair Muftaqid, O Khair Muftaqid

It is the burden, if it is stingy with what it possesses

Including the eyelids, so do not make it easy for anyone

I am like your sadness and anxiety

I have resorted to patience, but I did not find

my being away from you did not make me sad

It is consolation near and far

I will join you in the shelter if I knock

As your company in bliss and prosperity

I cry with tears of my longing for him

And rest to patience without duration

And I never justify myself with joy.

I knew what he received from a poultice

And I prevent sleep from covering my eyes

Knowing that you are subject to inactivity

Oh single, he is crying, he has no one to help him

May God help you with submission and steadfastness

This remaining prisoner has no redemption

May the soul, the family and the child be sacrificed for you

Guidance was born, the creatures are Zia

• Poet Ahmed Shawky said in praising the Messenger, peace and blessings be upon him.

Guidance was born, the creatures are Zia

And the mouth of time smiled and praised

The soul and the angels filled it around him

Religion and the world by buying

And the throne flourishes and the barn flourishes

And the end and Sidra Asma

Revelation drips chain by chain

And the tablet and the wonderful pen are watering

Oh, the best of existence came greetings

Those who were sent to guidance with you have come

God preached to you, so the sky was adorned

And I ablution holding you dust

A day that is lost in time is its morning

And his evening with Muhammad Wadha

And what you see and the paranormal are great

Gabriel Rawah has lunch

O he who has morals, what loves the Almighty

Including and what adores the elders

Your adornment in the great creation Shamael

He tempts them and fondles the generous

If you get hot, you reach the extent of goodness

And I did what the winds do not do

And if you pardon, then you are able and appreciated

Don't underestimate your ignorant forgiveness

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

These two in this world are the merciful

And if you get engaged, the pulpits shake

Dew stripped and hearts crying

And if you take the covenant or give it

So all your covenant is a commitment and fulfillment

Rhymes came to you, they have no doctrine about you

• Among the most beautiful poems of the poet Mustafa Sadiq Al-Rifai:

Rhymes came to you, they have no doctrine about you

You have righteousness and you have a father

And I did not find a poet like me today

Your hands dictate it to me so I write

And did you call me that your praise is creative

And is like a magician when I fit

Let the poetry throw it out of the sea

to you and cast it from the mainland

The imam of Al-Gharr Al-Mayamin, Mecca

A pilgrimage, this is the Kaaba of Yathrib poetry

Talaat full moon after what

Her glory from the darkness of injustice is clouds

With a face if the sun looked once

To him, the morning light would have set

So I cleared it of what I indicated to them and flashed it

Secrets were before that polarized

And were you but the son of the one who overflowed with his righteousness?

On it as the clouds descended and sweeter

So be just like him, and be like him pious

And protect his children from the hand of eternity plundering

Your name is based on the horizon, which he mentioned

And the proverbs walked in the earth striking

And a people who are the stars of the planets whenever

Planet after planet is absent from them

And they are the group of the Farooq from every majority

Most of it grew to Laith Al-Areena

You saved glory for them and it was a waste

And I kept a pride that would have gone without you

And you have the grace of God and the kingdom that

I see every king without him fearing

If they mentioned him, the East would grow up with joy

And if they called him the biggest of the east, he was west

It cracks the heart of the envious and that it is

To every heart in Alwari for a loved one

He pleases his subjects, and he repels his enemy

And he is still in the two cases please and terrorize

Weave it with glue that loosens its gaps

And you were her husband and others engaged

And how many souls dictated it, so it was blocked

And the daughter of Al-Ula is veiled from the incompetent

I called to it and what I intended and I may see

The wolves of a people without it fluctuate

Mushrooms on top of it How far away glory is from you

And the virtue of the Commander of the Faithful is close

It's like I'm the Lord of the kindergarten today smiling

And his friend is proud of you, and he admires you

Yathrib, which she realized from her hope

Your auspicious offer is now welcome

Read in the face of my sweetheart

• Here, the poet Mahmoud Darwish describes his beloved, saying:

And when I stare at you

I see lost cities

I see a scarlet time

I see the cause of death and pride

I see a language not registered

And the gods dismount

In front of the wonderful surprise

You spread out in front of me

Arrays of unnamed objects

And my homeland is only these eyes that

The earth is ignorant of a body

I will watch over you with a dagger

Standing in the forehead of childhood

It is death opening the next sweet night

And you're beautiful

Like a remorseful sparrow

And when I stare at you

I see Karbala

and utopia

and childhood

And read the list of prophets

And travel satisfaction and vice

I see the earth playing

over the sands of the sky

I see a reason to hijack the evening

From the sea

and miserly balconies