Poetry of apology

Poetry of apology

Sorry poem by poet Hamad Al Marri:

Sorry for what's gone and sorry for what's coming

I am sorry for what happened to me and what I did

Please forgive me for my many mistakes

I hope you forgive my mistake the day I made it

And come back and see me coming back to you from far away

If you do not accept my return to you, she will die

Your influence with you is patience and determination for my team

And I think you have no hope if you challenge me

I tell you about my sins and forget about my forgetfulness

Is it possible for you to spend several nights on Massage?

I sat thinking about your absence, what do you think?

And I felt like I don't know what I felt

I felt in my sin and in the greatness of my calamity

And separation tells me where you were last evening

I made a mistake in myself and in my medication prescription

And I have not healed from the wounds of time

I tried to correct my mistake, but I couldn't

Until I admitted that I had ignored and made a mistake

And when I came to you, I was rushing to you from far and wide

If you do not accept my return to you, she will die

The poem “Apology” by Nizar Qabbani:

I apologize

Your sad face is like the sun at the end of the day

About the writings I wrote

About the foolish things I committed

For everything you've done...

In your body, pure of destruction

And all the dust you have left around you

I apologize

About all the evil poems I wrote

At the moment of my collapse

Poetry, my friend, is my exile and my death

My purity and my nakedness..

And I don't want you to be stigmatized at all

This is why I came, my friend

I apologize

The poem “My Apology” by Nizar Qabbani:

My friend, I came back to offer you my apology. Do you accept my apology?!

I present to you...and your sad face like the winter sun

And like the sun at the end of the day

About the writings I wrote

About the foolish things I committed

About everything I would think about

About everything you've done

In your pure body, pure from destruction

And all the dust you have left around you

I offer you my apologies

For all the evil poems I wrote

In my moments of love...and my moments of collapse

Poetry, my friend

He is my exile and he is dying

He is my purity...and he is my nakedness

I don't want anything for you, my friend

Never be called a shame

This is why I came to you, my friend

Kneeling in your hands...in order to offer you my apology