He felt about the separation of the beloved

Separation

One of the most difficult things that a person may face in his life is the separation of the one he loves, and the separation leaves a great pain in the hearts, so poets wrote a lot of poems about separation to console the one whom she loved from him, so in this article we will present to you sweet poetry about the separation of the beloved.

Marouf al-Rusafi poetry about separation

I tell them the separation is serious

Slow down, the noose has narrowed

You left in turn, and you did not have mercy

Interesting does not reveal longing for him

My heart is above your heads

And my tears are falling under your feet

God said he who led a moment

Karim Maatouk felt about the separation

I don't carry old knots

Peace be upon your loss of my blood

Shut up

Allow me once again to reveal the secret of our estrangement

And the secret of a story crossed veiled with covers of darkness

They said forbidden.

I said that we remain forbidden

Sadness brings sadness

Persistent despair, fear

Selected torment, fake

And the colors of gloom harmoniously

Love stories do not always end

Red or white board

Or an olive branch and flocks of pigeons

We settled for another story

A wonderful parting

He does not bow to longing and memory, and accepts blame

Poetry about separation by Mahmoud Darwish

Patriot your forehead, so listen to me

Don't leave me behind the fence like a wild weed, a deserted dove

Don't leave me a miserable moon, a beggar planet among the branches

Don't leave me free with my grief

And hold me with a hand that pours the sun over the windows of my prisons,

And you used to burn me, if you had a passion for my stones

Olive me in my net..

My ventricles are patriotic to your forehead, so listen to me

do not leave me.

Antara bin Shaddad's poetry about separation

For those who appeared in the valley of the sand, Bali

His traces were erased by the north wind

I stood by him with tears from my eyelids

Overflowing on his old songs

I am asking about the girl of Banu Qarad

And about her peers of beauty

And how does a referral fee answer me

Far does not mean a question

If the crow shouted, Shajani

And my tears ran like pearls

And tell me about the types of razaya

And by desertion after arrival

Crow between what you have every day

You are stubborn and you have preoccupied me

As if I had been slain by the edge of my sword

Your chicks or your snipe with ropes

For the sake of your father heal the wound of my heart

And the spirit of my secret fire with the article

And tell about Ubilah where she stayed

And what the hands of the nights did to it

My heart is a wanderer in every land

He accepts the effect of the slippers of beauty

And my body in the mountains of sand lying

Imagination shakes the spectrum of imagination

And in the valley on the branches a bird

He wails and his wailing is high in the air

So I said to him and he showed wailing

Leave the complaint, for you are not present

My tears are overflowing and you are crying

Without tears, that is crying

God beard parting and did not take care of it

How much my heart doubted the arrows

I fight every stubborn tyrant

Separation kills me without a fight.

Words about parting

When parting, leave your eyes to speak, so the one who loved you will read its blackness, and make your farewell a painting of feelings, artists are desperate to paint it and cannot, for this is the last thing that time will record in your balance.
After parting, do not wait for the moon to rise to complain to him of the pain of distance, because he will disappear to throw away what he has carried, and return to us a new moon. And this is the year of the universe, the day it carries you and the day you carry it.
Your sun has disappeared from my sky, my love, so the whole universe has become complete darkness, the whole universe has become without any colors, features, and sounds. Nothing but the echo of your voice is ringing in my ears. Your eyes when saying goodbye.
After the separation, everything became slow, the minutes and hours became burning, and I began to burn in seconds.
Together we always shared joys and sorrows, we always tried to steal beautiful moments from our days, we tried to make these moments long, we tried to achieve lasting happiness and love, we always tried to stay together until the end of life, but it never occurred to us that the meeting does not last, and that the judiciary Destiny is the master of the situation, and we have no power over the expenses of fate and its vicissitudes.
Separation is sadness like the flames of the sun, it evaporates memories from the heart, to raise them to its heights, so the eyes respond to it with a scattering of their water; To extinguish the flames of memories.
Separation is the silent killer, the dead conqueror, the wound that does not heal, and the disease that carries its cure.
Separation is like love, letters cannot describe it.
I wish time would return, and the meeting would remain forever, but no matter how many years have passed, death will remain groaning, and memories will remain a dictionary on which the touches of farewell and separation are frequent, and farewell and death is survival.
And if the days separate you, do not remember who you loved except with every sincere feeling, and do not speak about him except with everything that is wonderful and noble, for he gave you a heart, and you gave him a lifetime, and there is nothing more precious than the heart and life in a person’s life.
It is difficult for true love to end as a result of a trivial matter, and it is even more difficult for the separation to continue because each party is waiting for the signal to return from the other.