Sad Libyan poetry

Sad Libyan poetry

What is meant by “Libyan poetry” is any poetry written in the Libyan language, provided that this poetry is metered and rhymed. Meter is one of the necessary conditions in all types of poetry, ancient and modern alike, including contemporary poetry, with the exception of what are called prose poems. As for rhyme, it is obligatory. In most types of ancient poetry, but modern poetry began to limit and reduce the role of external rhyme, so it used mursal poetry, and from this sad poetry: -

Oh, what happened, oh how we never told each other secrets. Ten long years, not a day, which I spent by parting with those you lived your life with before you became confused. And today we don’t know how you chose. The high prices lived among us in destinies, and the high prices died for you, and what is wrong with you? I kept a lot of secrets and revealed it openly. I believed and you were love in it. I disbelieved, oh meem of my eyes, oh Zaha’ Attention misses you while you are patient. I have no longer received any news from you. You are not far from home. No, I traveled. I loved you. I played you a melody on a string. I feel for you unlike other people. I felt your wish with me at the beginning of the journey. I did not choose anyone else. I chose no other person. Det Peak fire and current

The dead, if you had learned, turn to me dearly, he will be buried, but we are the one who has passed away, and we are the one above me. Birds are circling, because I am the one who is shrouded, because I am the one who is dead. I have lost my soul. I have nothing to do with it. We are the one who is dead, and we are the one who is old and gray. The absence of shame has been forbidden to me. I put my shoes on and remember. We take the night. I cry for the life of a person who made me part with the news of it, and I am terrified, I have a change of tongue, foolish people, we will give them a response, stop, I died with my longing, grief and oppression, in the hope of my lover, the departure of Bou Ghaith, the long ruin of my market, there is no sale, and there is no buying. The dead are you, because you are the one who is shrouded and not buried without death, the dead, die in your fire from the opposite. Your misfortune is from your misfortune. Your sorrows are dragging. Despair followed in the expensive. Your journey and the wound. You have authorized your departure. You have authorized the excuses of despair. You have participated in the death of yourself. In your condolences, you have done well. You have died with your longing and despair is a sign of loss in your market. You have forgiven yourself. Your love has diminished. You have left your patience. Your tears have shown your pretensions in your direction. You have forgotten your rights. You have given up a long time. Punishment: You died with your clothes without goodness. Your palm was hugged by your cup of pure poison. Jack measured your feeling. You drank it without wanting it. You were addicted and longing was able to hold your head without expensiveness. I promised you I would not be patient. You died. I will be patient. You are dead and buried outside your grave. It is written. Your opinion has become yours. He forced you to do something you did not want, but you did not carry it. Evidence of your madness in your old age except the body and its ruin, and in it you resided. I died. I oppressed you without death. Dead from the effects of your eternity. It doesn't matter if the remains of your flower wither. We don't think it means anything. That you were together. Your madness was together so that your only glory became apparent. You are loyal to me and you have not betrayed.

I am sorry for disturbing you. I beg you to accept your excuses. Be beautiful with the one who writes the letters of poetry with his blood. May God guide you. If you knew your preciousness and how much you have, you will waste one of your loves and throw away your condition. I have no one but you to love and write poems and no one else. My heart resides and the situation remains breezy. I am after you in its estrangement, even if people are around me. I am so tired of you, God, I am fed up with myself and I do not want people, and the blame is only oh the joy of the world. On your path, my joy is good. I hope for you, after my life, you will be interested in me. I live near you in paradise, and after you I live in fire. I am worried about your worries, and your family complains about your worries. My life is hard for me to reach you. I hope for you inside me, collapsed on my heart from your absence. The worries of the universe are gathered together.

Unity for unity, and no one is better than anyone. Unity for unity. And whoever gives you back the word of time. People's movement knows the meaning of days. Days, no matter how long they are. I manage them. You will find them. How I have not overcome. You have made me tired and tired. I left on Saturday and the predecessors returned on Sunday. There is no one but someone who says an eye for an eye. And whoever seems to be the culprit. Your supporters are obese in the past. And my tenderness bears witness to you. You remember how you deceived me. I was oblivious to you and your falsity. For a long time, I was in your saying, "It's not from you. There's nothing wrong with you. I made the decision. I forgot you. Like the letters I wrote you with my own hand. Today I erased you."

And how come I'm not boiling, and my jealousy is on you, because today I found someone else with me, Zahi, and I didn't tell you, and I didn't tell you from the beginning, no matter how much time goes on, Zahi's flow turns into tears running down the cheek, one by one, and no one is better than someone. Don't call me an oppressor, and I've never been wronged since you were the one who taught me. And Jack replied, Jack replied, as long as I knew There is a danger in your mind that you will be abandoned after your obedience, and I was with you night and night and did not forget or hurt you. The decision remains I forbid you. And before the decision, we want you to say a clause in your law that will make you feel unjust. You want to go to the place and decide. I have been listening to you since the day my precious betrayed you. What did you change? What did you react to? Your response. Surely every love will be easy and I came. For the content, and how are you, I forgot kindness, one by one, and no one is better than someone. I salvaged my predecessor on Saturday. Reply to my predecessor, Sunday.