Nizar Qabbani contradictions of my heart

Nizar Qabbani contradictions of my heart

The poem "Contradictions of My Heart" by the immortal great poet Nizar Qabbani will remain a jewel added to the rest of his poems forever.

Between love and love..

I love you

And between one and invited me

And one will come

I search for you here and there

As if the only time.. is your time

Like all promises

Pour into your eyes

How do I explain this feeling?

who wakes me up in the morning and evening

How do you exercise mind like a dove?

When I am in the presence of the most beautiful women

And between two promises...

And two women....

And a train coming...

Another goes...

There are five minutes

I invite you for a cup of tea...

before traveling..

There are five minutes

I will reassure you a little bit

I complain to you about my worries a little bit

I smelled the time a little bit

There are five minutes.

It changes my life a little bit

So what do you call this distraction?

This rip?

This long agony... long?

how does infidelity become a solution ?

How is hypocrisy beautiful?

And between the words of passion in all languages..

There are words to be said..for you

And poetry will be linked by scholars

In your time

Between wine time and writing time..

There is a time when the sea is full of snaps

And between a drop of ink..and a drop of ink

There is a time... we sleep together

between commas

And between the fall season.. and the winter season

There is a season.. I call it the crying season..

Be with the soul... closer than ever to heaven

And in the moments when all women are the same

All letters on a typewriter are the same

And in the moments when there are no positions

no love...

no hate....

no lightning...

no thunder...

no hair..

no prose….

Nothing in it

I travel behind you

Enter all airports..I ask all hotels about you

You may happen to be in it

And in moments of despondency

Landing....

the fall …

Void ….

emptiness….

In moments of suicide

And the death of hope

And in moments of contradiction

When the granules become... and love is against me

And the poems become against me

And even the breasts become that

Allegiance to me on the throne against me

And in the moments that

i hang out in it..

On the roads of grief alone

I think of you for a few seconds

It becomes my life... rose garden

And in the few moments

When poetry surprises me.. without waiting

And the minutes become pregnant with a thousand explosions

Writing becomes an act of salvation.

and committed suicide

You fly like a butterfly

between notebooks and two fingers

So how do I fight fifty years

On two fronts?

And how do I scatter my flesh

on two continents?

How do I compliment others?

How do I sit with others?

And you are traveling

In the veins of the hands and between the beauties

Of every gender and color

Among the hundreds of faces that convinced me..and did not convince me

And between a wound I search for it..

And a wound searches for me

I think of your golden age

And the Magnolia era.

The age of candles.

Incense era

And I dream of your era that was..

Greatest of all time

What do you call this feeling?

And how to explain the presence of absence ?

Is this absence present?

And how am I here?

And I will be there?

how do they want me to see them ?

And not on the floor

female except you..?

I love you …

I love you when I am your lover

And I drink to you

When a woman accompanies me to dinner

And my tongue always stumbles.. so I chant your name..

when I call her

I occupy myself while eating.

Study the similarity between the lines of your hands

between the lines of her hands

I feel like I'm playing a clown

When I focus the silk shawl on her shoulders

And I feel like I'm betraying the truth

When I compare my longing for you,

And my longing for her

So what do you call this?

duplication?

down?

escape?

anomaly?

madness?

And how do I have you?!

And I claim I have?!