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Foolish woman Nizar Qabbani

Foolish woman Nizar Qabbani

Nizar bin Tawfiq al-Qabbani, a contemporary Syrian poet, was born in 1923 from an ancient Damascene family. His grandfather was Abu Khalil al-Qabbani, the pioneer of the Arab theater. Nizar Qabbani studied law at the Syrian University and graduated in 1945 AD. He joined the diplomatic corps, where he moved between different capitals until 1966 when he submitted his resignation.

Nizar Qabbani knew many tragedies in his life. In his childhood, he lived through the suicide of his sister, and when he married Balqis, he lived her death in a suicide bombing in Beirut. Then his son Tawfiq died, and he inherited him in his poem “The Kharafi Prince Tawfiq Qabbani.”

His first collection of poetry was published in 1944 AD, titled “The Brunette Said to Me,” and his collections reached thirty-five in half a century, the most prominent of which are “Nahd’s Childhood” and “Painting with Words.” Nizar Qabbani established a house to publish his works in Beirut called “Nizar Qabbani Publications,” and one of his most important poems The most prominent of which is what he said in Damascus and Beirut, “The Damascene Poem,” “Oh Lady of the World, O Beirut.”

The year 1967 AD when the “setback” occurred was a turning point in his experience and performance, as after this experience he became outside the traditional style and was described as a “poet of love and women” due to his interference in the arena of politics, and his poem “Margins on the setback notebook” stirred up a storm in the Arab countries until his poems were banned in the Arab media.

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Nizar Qabbani lived the last years of his life in the city of London, so he wrote political poetry and one of his poems in his last days, “When will they announce the death of the Arabs?” He passed away in 1998 AD and was buried in Damascus, his hometown.

Among his poems:

The brown woman told me (1944)

Nahd's Childhood (1948)

• Samba (1949)

• You are mine (1950)

Poems (1956)

• My Love (1961)

• Drawing with Words (1966)

• Diary of an Indifferent Woman (1968)

• Wild Poems (1970)

• The Book of Love (1970)

• One Hundred Love Letters (1970)

• Outlaw poems (1972)

• I love you, I love you, and the rest will come (1978)

To Beirut, the female with my love (1978)

• Every Year You Are My Love (1978) and many others

One of his most beautiful poems is a foolish woman

My dear sir, this is the speech of a foolish woman

Did a foolish woman write to you before me?

My name ? Let's get to the names

Rania, Zainab, Hind, or Haifa

The most ridiculous of what we carry - sir - names

Sir

I'm afraid to say my things

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I fear - if I did - that the sky would burn

Your east, dear sir, confiscates the blue letters

He confiscates dreams from women's wardrobes

He uses a knife and a machete

In order to address women and slay spring and longings

And black braids

And your east, dear sir

The high crown of honor is made from the skulls of women

Don't criticize me sir

If my luck is bad, I write with the swordsman behind my door

Outside the room, the sound of the wind and the dogs

Sir

Antar al-Absi behind my door

He kills me if he sees my letter

He would cut off my head if he saw the transparent of my clothes

He cuts off my head

If I express my torment Vachkm my dear sir

He besieges the woman with spears

Men swear allegiance to prophets and bury women in the dirt

Stay tuned!

My dear sir...from my lines

Stay tuned!

If you break the bottle that has been sealed for ages

If I take off the lead ring from my conscience

So I escaped from the harem cellars in the palaces

If you rebel, against my death...

on my grave

on my roots

And the big slaughterhouse

Do not be alarmed, sir!

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If I revealed my feelings, then the eastern man

He doesn't care about hair or feeling...

oriental man

He does not understand women except inside the bed...

Excuse me.. Excuse me, sir

If you trespassed on the kingdom of men

Great literature, of course, has always been the literature of men and love

Of the share of men and sex has always been

A drug sold to men

The myth of women's freedom in our country

There is no other freedom than the freedom of men

Sir

Say what you want about me, I won't give a damn. dumb. crazy . Idiots, I don't care anymore

Because who writes about her worries..

In men's logic, a woman is a fool

Didn't I say at the beginning of the speech that I

foolish woman?

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