He felt about death

the death

Death is the absent and present reality; People rarely think about it, even though it is a reality that people see every day and it is not hidden from anyone, and no one can ignore it. Death is the truth that every creature has accepted, every human being is certain of, and God has made it a separator between two lives: this world and the afterlife.

He felt about death

Poetry is linked to death in order to express this truth and reveal the feelings of its writer, some of which are as follows:

O soul of repentance, death has come

O soul of repentance, death has come

And disobey passion, for passion is still seductive

Don't you see how the sky catches us?

A shot and the last of us catch up with the first

Every day we have a dead person we mourn

We see in his death the traces of our dead

O soul, my money and money I leave behind

Behind me and taken out of my world naked

After fifty, I spent it playing

It's time to fall short, it's time, it's time

Why are we blind to our destinies?

We forget through our heedlessness those who do not forget us

We become more careful, and this time makes us angry

It is as if he urged us to be careful

Where are the kings and the sons of kings and who?

They lowered their chins in submission to him

The events of time shouted at them and they turned

Exchanging homelands for homelands

Leave Mada'in, glory has been its bed

They were spread out in dusty pits and bottoms

O running in the fields of passion with joy

And heedless in the clothes of vanity, our ecstasy

He spent time and life playing

What has happened is enough for you

I asked the house to tell me

I asked the house to tell me

About what loved ones did

She told me to tell the people

Days and they are gone

So I said, where do I ask for them?

What houses did they stay in?

She said, “By graves.”

By God, they did not do so

People who were deceived by hope

So the term hastened upon them

They perished and remained for days

What they said and what they did

And it was proven in their papers

An ugly act and a mistake

They do not take any blame

They have no shelter and no help

We mourn in their graves

And what sings, and they have achieved

I got news that shook the heart and its beats

I got news that shook the heart and its beats

The day they said your beloved died and his prayers were true

I went and prayed sincerely while praying

May God forgive the two lawsuits of his past life

I raised the coffin and put it on my shoulders

And all my worries about Paradise become its reward

I bowed down at his grave on my knees because of his burdens

And I cried while people said, “Who will settle his sins?”

They did not know that my beloved was under the dirt and now dead

And his beloved is on the ground, his steps heavy

I became crazy, surprised by the dead person's silence

He waits for a word and wipes away his tears for it

I asked people what was the cause of his death

They were surprised and said, “Who are you in his life?”

I said I was the one who was his heartbeat and beats

He planted longing in his heart and pulses

I shouted and said, “I wish I were dead as he died.”

And I see him surrounded with the poplars near my Lord in His gardens

Either death deters the people of Al-Nuha

Doesn’t death deter the people of prohibition?

and forbids the one who deceives

As for a scientist, he knows time

He goes and becomes short-handed

Via Lahia, safe, and the bathroom

It is fast, close range

pleased with something as if it had passed

And secure something as if it had come

If you pass by the people of the graves

I was certain that you would be one of them tomorrow

And that the mighty and the humble are therein

Whether it is delivered to wear and tear

strangers, they have no companion,

lonely, under the floor

There is no hope other than God's forgiveness

And there is no work other than what has passed

If it is good, you will obtain

And if it is evil, then evil will be seen

Enough of your illness

It is enough for you to see death as a cure

And according to the desires, that he be wishful.

you wished for her when you wished to see

A conscious friend or a hypocritical enemy

If you are content to live in a suit

Do not prepare the Yemeni Hussam

And do not lengthen spears for a raid

And you shall not beg for a freed slave

The lion does not benefit from shyness

And do not fear until you are a predator

My heart loved you before I fell in love with you

And he was treacherous, so be loyal to you

And I know that proof makes you doubt after him

It is not my heart if I see you complaining

The tears of the eye betray its Lord

If, after those who leave, you are a slave girl

If generosity is not provided, salvation from harm

So praise is not earned, nor is money left

And the soul has morals that indicate the boy

Was it generosity that came, or was it tsakhia?

Less yearning, heart, perhaps

I saw you describe the friendliness of those who are not pure

I was created thousands if I go back to the boy

I would have left a heart-wrenching old man crying

But in the tent is a sea that I visit

My life, my advice, passion and rhymes

and a vine we stretched between her ears

So they became light, following the highlanders.

walk with hands whenever you reach the line

engraved with it the edges of the chest of the goat

And you see from the black skys in the darkness

He sees distant figures as they are

and set up a silencer for the hidden bell

monologue

The Knights of the Morning are chasing a grudge

As if there are snakes on their necks

With determination, the body rides in the saddle

With it, the heart walks through the body

camphor

And whoever goes to the sea rides the waterwheels

Then a man of his time came to us

And left behind white and white

It is permissible for the benefactors to whom

We see their kindness and hands

Boy, did we walk in the backs of our grandfathers?

Until his age, we hope to meet

Exalt the help of the honorable

So nothing does deeds except virgins

He annihilates the enmities of the aggressors with his kindness

If you do not show them, he will annihilate the enemies

Aba Al-Musk, the face I was afraid of

To him, and this is the day that I hoped for

I met the traffic and the hooks without it

I ate a desert that leaves the water clear

The father of all good, not the father of musk alone

And every cloud, I do not belong to the Guardia

Denotes in one sense every luxury

And the Most Merciful has gathered meanings in you

If people earn excellency by dew

For you give in your supremacy

It is not often that a man visits you.

He will return as king and ruler of the two Iraqis.

The army that came as an invader has risen

For your individual who came well

And the world despises the person who is tempted and sees

Everything in it, God forbid, will perish

And you were not among those who attained kingship with semen

But in days, I am getting younger

Except you see her in the country seeking

And you see her in the sky falling

You dressed her in a gown of ivory, as if she could see

Not clear to see the weather is clear

I led every bare-footed swimmer to it

He leads you angry and discourages you satisfied

He is a stubborn person who obeys your command and disobeys you.

If you make an exception or prohibit it

And a twenty-year-old brown that pleases him in return

And he pleases you in his horses as a driver

Brigades have been prowling around buildings

From the land Fiavia has trawled to

She invaded the role of kings, so she proceeded

their headbands and the songs

And you are the one who covered the teeth first

and avoid covering the teeth a second time

If India settled between my foul sword

Your sword in the palm of your hand removes equality

And from the saying of Shem: If he saw you, he would make a ransom for his descendants.

My nephew, my offspring, myself and Malia

The extent to which the professor has reached the utmost reaches his Lord

And a soul that does not accept anything but the infinite

she called him and he answered her to glory and high

And people have contradicted the souls of the reasons

so he became above the worlds, they see him

And if he was approached by being aloof

Death is free

Autumn was passing through my flesh like an orange funeral

A copper moon crumbled by stones and sand

And the children in my heart fell on the path of men

All the faces are before my eyes, everything remains unsaid

And from the shed blood, arms call out to me: Come!

May you be well lifted up to the blood-red sun

Don't bury your dead! Leave them as pillars of light

Leave my shed blood as a sign of tyrants until evening

Make it a dew for the green mountains in the depths of space!

Don't ask poets to inherit the shameful ghastliness

The honor of childhood is that

A threat to the security of the tribe

I bless them with glory that suckles blood and vice

I congratulate the executioner on his victory over Ain Kahila

To borrow his winter clothing from braided hair

Hooray for a village conqueror! Hooray for the childhood murderer!

O Kafr Qasim! Grave monuments are a hand that tightens

And my branches and the orphans' plants are stretched to the depths when they reach out

We will remain, O noble hand, teach us how to sing

They remain like light and words, unshaken by pain and shackles

O cruel blasphemy!

Grave monuments are a hand that tightens!

Death seller

They are standing

We buy sadness

They are standing

We buy death from the seller of death

So we are satisfied with the hand of death and our stomachs are full.

Will we be ruled by unjust people after death?

Oh, woe to my heart, we are asleep

We don't care what happens to us

We waited for an argument to save us

O Mahdi, do you like the situation?

Yes! How sad it makes me think

They are coming to liberate our villages

Or they give us a chance, or a pinch

In our homeland we carry death for America

Perhaps they sleep and do not wake up

The others did not reach it

I look at the clock and people are looking at me

Iraqis, what are they waiting for?!

O Mahdi, do you like the situation?

When will Jesus and Moses come out?

Yes! How sad it makes me think

That the next ones

They are coming to liberate our villages

Or protect our honor or our land

Or give us a chance, or a pinch

We are hungry lions!

In our homeland we carry death for America

I hate America like crazy

Perhaps they sleep and do not wake up

I hate America and this is an honor

Others will not reach it

for a year

I look at the clock and people are looking at me

I have one question on my mind

Iraqis, what are they waiting for?!

Death is a quarter of a yard

Death is a quarter of a yard, never set foot

There is a man in it, so he bent it towards what they left

And the kingdom belongs to God, whoever gets rich

He forcibly repeats it, and the gendarmerie guarantees himself

If I or someone else had the power of a fingertip,

On the ground, it would have been common

And if the intellect is clear, the weight that bears it will be thrown away

About him, and you did not see a fight in Al-Hija

The last thing that was thrown by its owner,

He satisfies the tribe in dividing him into partners

Leave the cat, if it is estimated to meet you

To Him you flow, and you did not set a snare for it

And for the desires the seekers have sought, since they were created

Don't care whether the knees are straight or left

Death is easier, and souls see

He divorced her from Halil, as long as they were separated

And the person is like Najeeb Ram Anbara

From Al-Munoon, so when he swept her pools