Al Mutanabbi's poetry

Who is the Mutanabbi?

Ahmed bin Al-Hussein bin Al-Hassan bin Abd Al-Samad Abu Al-Tayyib Al-Kindi, born in Kufa in the year 303 AH, attributed to the Kinda tribe because of his birth in this tribe in the city of Kufa, and not because he belonged to them. He was fluent in the Arabic language and its grammar, and thus became one of the most eloquent Arab poets. He was called by many titles, including: the marvel of his time, the rarity of his time.

his qualities

• His pride, courage and ambition.
• Adventure lover.
• He was proud of his Arabism and himself.
• His best poetry was on wisdom, philosophy of life, and battle descriptions.
• His poetry is not based on affectation and workmanship, but on praise.
• He possessed sensations and a high forelock of language and eloquence, which gave his poems a color of beauty and sweetness.

Characteristics and features of al-Mutanabbi's poetry

• Praising: Among the most famous people who distinguished themselves in their praise: Saif al-Dawla al-Hamdani, whose praise poems amounted to a third or more of al-Mutanabi’s poetry, and Kafur al-Ikhshidi.

• Description: Al-Mutanabbi mastered the description of the prominent battles and wars that took place in his time. He also described the nature and morals of people, as well as portraying himself and his ambition.

• Satire: Al-Mutanabbi did not do much satire. In his satire, he wrote a rule and made it general rules; subject to a principle or creation, and he often resorted to sarcasm and the use of titles that carry their meaning in their music.

• He was also known for his lamentations, wisdom and pride.

The most beautiful poetic verses of Al-Mutanabbi

May the automata possess your destiny *** so they knew that the dog was above them

Nothing is uglier than a stallion with a male*** that is led by a slave woman who has no womb

Masters of every people from their souls *** Masters of Muslims The dwarf slave

The purpose of religion is to trim your mustaches *** O nation, nations laughed at their ignorance

Isn't it a boy who brings his head to *** so that people's doubts and accusations go away

For it is an argument that hurts hearts with it *** from his religion is eternity, obsolescence and antiquity

God could not disgrace his creation *** nor believe a people in what they claimed

And warm his heart from the one whose heart is phimosis *** and the one with my body and my condition who has a disease

Why do I conceal a love that has healed my body*** and you pretend to love the nation's sword of nations

If we are united by love because of his jealousy *** then let us share according to the love

I visited him with the swords of India sheathed *** and I looked at him and the swords were blood

He was the best of all of God's creation *** and he was the best of the best of things.

Miss the enemy who is killed by a nail *** in the fold of regret in the fold of yes

A strong fear has come from you, and I have feigned reverence for you, which you do not do to indignity.

You made yourself obligated to something that *** does not obligate them to cover them with land or flags.

Whenever you attack an army, it turns to flee *** I dealt with you in its excitement

You have to defeat them in every battlefield *** and you have no shame on them if they are defeated

Do you not see a sweet nail except for a nail *** in which the whites of India and the minnows shook hands

O the most just of people except in my dealings *** in you is the dispute and you are the adversary and the arbiter

I seek refuge in her with honest looks from you *** to count the fat as someone whose fat is a tumor

And what is the use of my brother in the world by looking at him *** if the lights and darkness are equal to him

The crowd who joined our council *** will know that I am the best person to seek.

I am the one who looked at the blind to my literature *** and made my words heard, who has deafness

I sleep filling my eyelids from her strays *** and people watch over her and quarrel

And an ignorant one who stretched it out in his ignorance laughed *** until he got a hand of physiognomy and a mouth

If you see a lion's nose protruding ***, do not think that the lion is smiling.

And Muhja Muhjati who is its owner *** I caught her with a horse whose back was sacred

His feet in running are a foot and his hands are a hand *** and do what you want with your palm and foot

And slender I walked between the two legions with it *** until I struck and the waves of death crashed

Horses and the night and the desert know me *** and the sword and the spear and the stationery and the pen

I accompanied Al-Wahsh alone in the deserts *** until I was amazed at the necks and sleeves.

O you who are dear to us to separate from them *** our conscience is everything after you not

We would not have graciously created you *** if your command were of our command to nations

If your secret is what our envious says *** then what is the wound if pain pleases you

And between us, if you take care of that, is an acquaintance *** Indeed, acquaintances among the people of prohibition are slander

How much do you ask for a defect for us and fail you *** God hates what you do and generosity

How far is fault and imperfection from my honor *** I am the rich, the gray and the old

I wish the clouds whose thunderbolts I have *** would remove them to him who has the rain

I see the cores that require me in every stage

If a conscience abandons our oaths *** they will repent of those whom I have sent off.

If you leave a people and they have decided *** that you will not leave them, then they are the departed.

The worst of countries is a place where there is no friend *** and the worst of what a person earns is what he fasts

And the worst thing my comfort has snatched is the snipe of *** meteors, whether in it or the marble

With what word do you say poetry is a fin *** is permissible for you neither Arabs nor non-Arabs

This is your reproach, but it is hateful. *** Al-Durr has been included, but it is a word.

Among his poems in al-Himma he says:

What the souls desire is too small for us to be hostile towards it and to be devoted to it

However, the boy meets death *** like afflictions, and he does not meet humiliation

And if life would remain alive *** we would have misled the brave

And if death is not inevitable *** then it is powerless to die a coward

Here is a summary of what he said about love and passion:

And you were not one of those whose hearts love entered *** But he who sees your eyelids falls in love.

I tempt you that your love kills me, and that whatever you command, the heart does.

The heart loves you as long as you live, if you die *** my echo follows your echo in the grave.

You are the bliss for my heart and the torment for it *** What is your matter in my heart and your sweetest?

And I am not surprised at the death of lovers in passion *** but the survival of lovers is strange.

The passion for you has spread in my heart *** The blood of life has flowed into my veins.

My boyfriend, while you lived, did you see *** a murdered man who wept from the love of his killer before me?

If my heart was with me, I would not have chosen anyone but you ***, nor would I have satisfied anyone but you in desire instead.

I wish this love would fall in love once*** so he would know what the lover encounters of abandonment.

Your eyes descended on the hearts, so all of them are either wounded or killed.

And I like to sleep at other than the time *** Perhaps a meeting in a dream takes place.

And had it not been for passion, no lover would be humiliated on earth, but the dear of the two lovers is humiliated.

Move your heart wherever you want from passion *** Love is only for the first lover.

his death

When Al-Mutanabbi was returning to Kufa, there was a group of them, including his son Muhammad and his servant Muflih. Fatik bin Abi Jahl Al-Asadi met him, and he was also in a group. So the two teams fought, and when he was victorious, he missed you. He wanted to flee, so his boy said to him: I run away, and you who say: The horse, the night, and the desert know me, and the sword, the spear, the stationery, and the pen. He replied to him by saying: You killed me, may God kill you. Al-Mutanabi, his son Muhammad, and his servant Muflih were killed in al-Numaniyah near Deir al-Aqul, west of Baghdad.