Welcoming guests

Welcoming guests

The most famous person whose name is associated with generosity, generosity, and generosity among the Arabs in welcoming guests is the poet Hatem Al-Tai, who has many poems about his generosity and presence, one of which we will show you in addition to a group of poems about welcoming guests.

Hatem Al-Tai’s poetry is in his generosity and presence

Generosity does not destroy money before it is destroyed // nor does miserliness increase with scarce money

Do not seek miserliness by living frugally // Every tomorrow has a new sustenance

Have you not seen that the provision is coming and going // and that the one who gives you will return?

He also said

I make my guest laugh before his flight gets off, and he becomes fertile for me while the place is barren

What is the fertility of the hosts is that there are many villages // but the face of the Generous One is fertile

He said, addressing his wife

Yes, the place of the guest, if you knew it // at night, if the wailing people looked over him

He sought out the living person, either as a sign for me, or as an advisor leading him to me

He said, urging generosity and generosity, criticizing those who collect money but do not give it generously

If some of the money is usury for its owners // then, thank God, I have nothing to worship

The sinner will be redeemed with it, and he will eat something good // and then he will be given the manna of the miserly person who is expelled

If the stingy person does not stray, put out his fire // I say to those who pray with my fire, kindle them

Expand a little, or not, then it is sufficient for us // and its hot stove is more chaste and praiseworthy

He said, responding to his wife who blames him for spending money

And a miserable woman blew in the night, blaming me // and the chandelier’s sparkles disappeared, singing

You blame me for giving me money by mistake // if he is stingy with money and lost

You say that I should not hold you back, for I see money as a temple for the holdout

Spare me my life, for your wealth is plentiful // and every person is a neighbor as they are accustomed to

Show me a horse that died in jest, perhaps I will see what you see or a miser who will remain immortal

Otherwise, suffice with some of your blame and base your opinion on the opinion of the person who composes your opinion

Didn't you know that when the guest calls me, and in the glory of the villages, I find the lurking sadif?

Black masters of the clan, knowing // And without my people in adversity, a manger

And I will preserve the honor of the clan and their rights until I am the master

He said, addressing his servant Yasar

Ignite, for the night is a bitter night // and the wind, oh kindling, is a roaring wind

May those who pass by see your fire // If you bring a guest, you are free

He said, defending his generosity and spending of money, addressing Mawiyah, who gave a feast

Amawi has been avoiding and abandoning for a long time // and you have given me an excuse from your students

Amawi, the money is coming and going // and what remains of the money are conversations and remembrance

Amawi, I do not say to a questioner: “If one day comes, we will lose money.”

Amawi: What makes a young man rich? // If a soul is cramped and the chest is tight

Amawi if my echo becomes a desert // of the earth, there is no water there nor...

You see that what I destroyed did not harm me // and that my hand of what I was miserly with is empty

Hassan bin Thabit felt welcome to the guests

And I adjure you, the oppressor is the destroyer of his family when the guest has no one to dispute with him.

Do we not revive him and make his flock safe, and make him a secure bed and feed his hungry?

Poetry of Dabal Al-Khuzai

They caused me to hear and hear = and with a wandering guest who seeks the villages

The tunes of a guest are sweeter to us than the bleating of a sheep or the sound of a rag.

We welcome the guest if he arrives at = the love of the heart and the desires of the stomach.

I lost the guest of a merchant = I sold the restaurant and bought the second one

Poetry of Ubaidullah bin Qais

Oh guest who asks for villages = Be patient, there is no Amr in his house

Abu Awfa used to say that when a guest became angry, a fire would be lit for him and a pot would be filled for him.

In the evening, the guest is full, and the villages = praiseworthy, and after that, praise and remembrance remain.