Nizar Qabbani's poetry in spinning

Nizar Qabbani

Nizar Qabbani, the Arab poet who was called the Women’s Poet, was born in the Syrian capital, Damascus, in 1923. He is from the Qabbani family, which is considered one of the ancient Damascene families. He studied law at the Syrian University and graduated in 1945.

Nizar Qabbani began writing traditional poetry and then moved to vertical poetry. He developed modern Arabic poetry to a great extent. He is the founder of a poetic and intellectual school. He was famous for his romantic poems that appeared in his first four collections (Romantic Poems). Then, in 1956 AD, Nizar turned from romantic poems to a collection of poems. Titled (Poems from Nizar Qabbani), in which he criticized the lethargy of Arab societies with a poem entitled (Bread, Hashish, and Moon).

Qabbani wrote many political poems, the most famous of which is (Footnotes on the Naksa Notebook in 1967), which dealt with the defeat of the Arabs in the June Naksa at the hands of Israel. His important works also include (My Love in 1961), (Painting with Words in 1966) and (Arabic Love Poems in 1993).

Nizar Qabbani's poetry in spinning

Nizar's love poems were many and he became famous for them, and here we mention some of them.

My love is the law

O female in her voice

Silver mixes...with wine...with rain

And from the mirrors of her knees the day comes

Life is getting ready to sail

Which female

The sea in her eyes mixes with the olives

my flower

And my star

And the crown of my head

may be I am

Troublesome...or chaotic minded

or crazy

If you are crazy...that is possible

You are my lady

responsible for that madness

Or you are cursed, which is possible

Everyone who makes love without permission

In the third world

Damn madam

Forgive me once

If I deviate from the letter of the law

So what should I do, Rihanti?

If every woman loved her

She became the law

I bear witness that there is no woman

I bear witness that there is no woman

I mastered the game except you

I tolerated my foolishness

Ten years as you tolerated

And I was patient with my madness as I was patient

And cut my nails

I arranged my notebooks

Kindergarten took me

except you..

I bear witness that there is no woman

You look like an oil painting to me

In thought and behavior except you

And reason and madness except you

And boredom quickly

And quick attachment

except you..

I bear witness that there is no woman

You took my interest

Half of what I took

And you colonized me like you did

And you set me free like you did

I bear witness that there is no woman

She treated me like a two-month-old baby

except you..

She offered me bird's milk

Flowers and toys

except you..

I bear witness that there is no woman

She was as generous as the sea with me

Classy as poetry

And she spoiled me like I did

And you spoiled me like you did

I bear witness that there is no woman

have made my childhood

It extends to fifty...except you

I bear witness that there is no woman

You can say it's women...except you

And it is in her navel

center of this universe

I bear witness that there is no woman

Trees follow her when she walks

except you..

The pigeons drink the water from its icy body

except you..

Sheep eat from their armpits in summer

except you

I bear witness that there is no woman

She summed up the story of femininity in two words

She incited my masculinity against me

except you..

I bear witness that there is no woman

Time stopped at her right breast

except you..

Revolutions arose from the slopes of her left breast

except you..

I bear witness that there is no woman

I have changed the laws of the world except you

And I changed

Halal and Haram map

except you..

I bear witness that there is no woman

It sweeps me through moments of love like an earthquake

It burns me...it drowns me

You turn me on.. You turn me off

You break me in two like a crescent

I bear witness that there is no woman

My longest occupation

And the happiest occupation

plant me

A Damascene response

And mint

And an orange

Oh woman

I leave my questions under her hair

She never answered a question

Oh woman, it's all languages

but she

It is touched with the mind and not said

O sea-eyed one

And waxy hands

And the wonderful presence

O white as silver

And smooth as crystal

I bear witness that there is no woman

On her waistline...the ages come together

And a thousand thousand planets spinning

I bear witness that there is no woman... other than you, my love

On her arms the first males were raised

And the last of the males

O glimmering, transparent one

Fair, beautiful

O delicious, beautiful one

Always childish

I bear witness that there is no woman

I have been freed from the rule of the people of the cave except you

And their idols were broken

You shattered their illusions

And you overthrew the authority of the people of the cave except you

I bear witness that there is no woman

She received the daggers of the tribe in her chest

And I considered my love for her

Abstract of virtue

I bear witness that there is no woman

It came exactly as I expected

And the length of her hair was longer than I wanted or dreamed

And the shape of her breast came

In accordance with everything planned or drawn

I bear witness that there is no woman

You come out of smoke clouds... if you smoke

She flies like a white dove in my mind... if I think

Oh woman...I wrote books about her in her condition

But despite all my hair

It remains.. more beautiful than everything I wrote

I bear witness that there is no woman

She made love to me with the utmost civility

And you brought me out of the dust of the third world

except you

I bear witness that there is no woman

Before you my contract was dissolved

My body educated me

And I talked to him like a dialogue with the harp

I bear witness that there is no woman

except you..

except you..

except you..

In the cafe

Gary took her seat

Like a rose pot in her reassurance

And a book in her hand

He reaps the bounty of her faith

The cup jumps from his eagerness

In my hand, longing for her cup

Oh that sun hat

Summer gasps on its strings

Round light on her knee

My soul shook from its corners

She is a drinker from her cup

I drink from her eyelids

The story of the eyes... enslaves me

Who saw the star in its flood

Every time I stared at her she laughed

And the snow was exposed in her teeth

Share your morning coffee with me...no

Bury yourself in its bushes

I am your neighbor, ma'am

The Lord asks about her neighbors

Who am I? Leave the questions to me

A palette looking for its colours

Appointment.. madam! And I smiled

She gave me her address.

I looked and only hinted

The blush print in her cup

With a newspaper

He took out the newspaper from his coat.

And the matchbox

Without noticing my confusion...

And without caring

He ate sugar in front of me..

Melt two pieces in the cup

Melt me.. Melt two pieces

Two moments later

And without seeing me

He knows the longing that came over me.

He took the coat from me

He disappeared in the crowd

Leaving behind him...the newspaper

Alone

Like me...alone

Jasmine collar

Thank you.. to Tawq Al-Yasmine

And you laughed at me.. and I thought you knew

Meaning of jasmine bracelet

A man brings it to you

I thought you realized

I sat in a corner

You're getting laid off

You drip perfume from a bottle and growl

A ringing French melody

A sad melody like my days

Your feet are in moccasins

Two tables of nostalgia

And I went to the wardrobe

You take off and put on

She asked me to choose what to wear

Shall I then?

Shall I beautify myself?

And I stood...in the vortex of time, my forehead aflame

Black exposed shoulders

Do you hesitate?

But it's a sad color

A color like my days, sad

And I wore it

She tied Jasmine's collar

And I thought you knew

Meaning of jasmine bracelet

A man brings it to you

I thought you realized...

Tonight

In a small bar I saw you dancing

You break down on the fan's fingers

You are broken

And you growl

Keep the ear of your faithful knight

A ringing French melody

A sad melody like my days

I began to discover certainty

And I knew that you were not making yourself beautiful

And it can be sprayed with perfume

And you take off

And you wear

I noticed Jasmine's collar

On the ground.. muffled moaning

Like a white corpse

Pushed by crowds of dancers

Your beautiful knight is about to take it

Do you mind?

And you giggle

(Nothing requires you to bow down

That jasmine necklace..)

The first kiss

Two years... have passed, my future

Her perfume still lingers on my lips

As if now...its sweetness has not gone

Its fragrance still fills my cell

Your hair was like a whirlwind in my palm

As if your mouth was my fire.. and my hearth

Tell me. Have I emptied into the mouths of Hell?

Is it my desire for you to be my pyre?

When our gaps intersect with warmth

I glimpsed in her lips the spectrum of my tomb

Stories tell that gaping is a sin

Red.. You have loved to disobey me

People claim that the gap is her playground

So what has devoured my bone and my veins?

Oh my goodness, your first kiss... he was thrilled with it

The scent of my mountains, my forests, and my valleys

And oh, the boy's wine cellar.. then

I mentioned that my throat was drowning in water.

What did you leave on my lower lip?

I printed it in my inflamed mouth...or my lungs?

I have nothing left of you except a trace of scent

He invites you to return to the den... ma'am

You went to someone else.. and they remain

A source of glow... that did not dry up... and did not die

You left me hungry and alone

I am hungry for an appointment... so look around.

River of sorrows

Your eyes are like rivers of sorrows

Two rivers of music... they carried me

Laura, behind the times

Two rivers of music have been lost

Madam.. then they lost me

Black tears over them

The melodies of a statement fall

Your eyes, tobacco, and alcohol

And the tenth mug is blind

And I'm in the seat burning

My fire eats my fire

Shall I love you, my moon?

Oh if I could

I do not have anything in this world

Except your eyes and my sorrows

My ships are crying in the harbor

It is torn over the bays

And my yellow destiny destroyed me

It broke my faith in my chest

Do I travel without you tonight?

O shadow of God Bajfani

Oh my green summer, my sun

Oh the most beautiful.. the most beautiful of my colors

Shall I leave you and our story?

Better than the return of Nissan?

Sweeter than a gardenia flower

In the darkness of Spanish poetry

Oh my one love.. don't cry

Your tears dig my heart

I have no power in this world

Except your eyes...and my sorrows

Should I say I love you, my moon?

Oh if I could

I am a missing person

I do not know my place on earth

Lose my path.. Lose me

My name.. lost my address

My history! I don't have a history

It is forgetting to forget

It is an anchor that cannot be anchored

A wound with human features

What do I give you? answer me

worried? atheistic? nauseous

What can I give you but fate

He dances in the devil's palm

I love you..so stay away

About me.. about my fire and smoke

I don't have anything in this world

Except your eyes... and my sorrows

I love you very much

I love you very much

I know that the road to the impossible is long

And I know that you are six women

And I have no alternative

I know the time for nostalgia is over

And the beautiful words died

Women are not what we say

I love you so much...

I love you very much and I know that I live in exile

And you are in exile

And between you and me

Wind

cloudy

And lightning

Thunder

And snow and fire

And I know that reaching your eyes is an illusion

And I know that I can reach you

suicide

I am happy

To tear myself apart for you, my dear

If they choose me

I would repeat your love for the second time

O you who spun your shirt from tree leaves

Whoever protected you with patience from raindrops

I love you very much

And I know that I travel in the sea of ​​your eyes

without certainty

And I leave my mind behind and run

I run

I'm running crazy

What a woman holds the heart in her hands

I asked God not to leave me

do not leave me

What would I be if you weren't?

I love you very much

And seriously and seriously

And I refuse from the fire of your love to resign

Can a person in love be independent...

And I don't care

If I get out of love alive

And I don't care

If you come out dead.

Don't love me

This passion no longer tempts me!

May you rest and comfort me

If your love is fickle

What I have seen, do not love me

My love is the whole world

As for your whims, I don't care

My smallest sorrows embrace me

And you visit me if you don't visit me

I don't care what you feel

Thinking of you is enough for me

For love. An illusion in our thoughts

Like perfume in the mind of gardens

I created your eyes from my sadness

what are you? What are your eyes? Without me

Your little mouth I turned with my hand

And planted lemon flowers

Even your beauty doesn't amaze me

If he is absent from time to time

Longing opens a thousand windows

Green from your eyes makes me sing

It makes no difference to me, my tormentor

You loved me or you didn't love me

You take a break from my whims

But your question does not comfort me

choose

I chose you, so choose me

Between death on my chest..

Or on my notebook.

Choose to love.. or not to love

It is cowardly not to choose...

There is no middle ground

Between heaven and hell..

Throw all your papers away.

I will accept any decision.

Tell me. Get emotional. Explode!

Don't stand like a nail.

I can never stay

Like straw under the rain

Choose between two

And the most violent of my fates..

You are exhausted.. and afraid

And very long...my journey

Dive into the sea.. or walk away

There is no sea without vertigo..

Love is a great confrontation

Sailing against the current

Crucifixion.. torment.. and tears

And a departure between the moons..

Your cowardice kills me, woman

Having fun from behind a curtain...

I don't believe in love..

He does not carry the temper of revolutionaries..

Not all walls are broken

Don't hit like a hurricane.

Ah..if your love swallows me up

Takes me off.. like a hurricane..

I am your choice.. so choose

Between death on my chest

or on top of my poetry books

There is no middle ground

Between heaven and hell..