Ahmed Shawqi’s poems in poetry

Manage the lukewarm eyes

I turn away the lukewarm eyes

And I complain to her about her man’s plot against me

They killed the dead man with tongues

From magic they change dreams into hopes

An edifice on the Blessed Valley is a suburb

Demonstrator of flags and banners

I found magic from the black eyes

And the Babylonian was immediately given to drink by them

They spoke to patients in dull words

She was pure in the hearts and past

Dafi Al-Jalala is like an old one, preferable

Squares of virtue in the spaciousness of grace

As if its flap was a corridor of sacrifice

As if its wall was a column of morning

I loved you, and love is a state

If it is shown to someone, he does not know what it is

The truth left behind a wing with which he sought refuge

The Sultan's marches are behind a pavilion

And you are the world of the heart, no matter how much you betray it

He came to you full of sincerity

The hint of Hajul applies to usury

Her bangs flow freely

She said: You see the star of the statement, but

They are presented in procession after procession

The parties are complete after they are broken

He responded to the call to prayer at the beginning of the standing

Save and do not miss the new request

And Wydad Al-Mahi walked on the grudge

And the conversations of reproach took place as if

Samar on the strings and cups

This conquest has not been promised

To the banks of the Nile from the era of Fattah

The gray hair is beautiful on them

He received life but did not give birth

You throw your limbs into the mosque without seeing

Other than embracing and clashing palms

You came to us with feelings and thoughts

You came to us with feelings and thoughts

They divided the chances among lovers

They shook the canna a few times, and it wore out

Every weak heart beats

What an oath among lovers is my oath

If they met each other in love, I would not be satisfied

My trick is in love and what I wish for

The trick of smart people in livelihood

If the lover were rewarded for excessive longing

I would have been rewarded a lot for my longings

And a girl who was more strange to her

-Good except for strange morals

I tasted it sweet and bitter, and it was

The pleasure of love lies in the difference in taste

She made an appointment, so when we met

You asked me: What is the meeting?

I said: What are such covenants? She said:

The prostitutes have no covenant

My thinness pleased her, and her courage

An intercessor who hastened from the depths

She showed me the desire and said: We were afraid

Passion is a branch of compassion

Oh Iraq girl, be more discreet than that

-T, and I express your love in Iraq

I have rhymes that are chaste in love except

From you, the joys of horizons flowed

Time does not wish for more of it

If I wish you would untie me

Carry me in love as much as you want

The accident of repulsion, or the affliction of separation

Allow the hug if the guide is satisfied

And I forgave Fanny in the embrace

He blamed me, Hind, in love he blamed

He blamed me, Hind, in love there is a blamer

A lover if he considers his companions a lover

What is a snitch based on the doctrine of passion?

Nor is it suspicious in Wydad’s law

I described to him who you are, and then he spoke to us

A strange conversation that concerns lovers

And I said to him: Be patient. Every brother has his own passion

At the hands of the one who loves tomorrow will repent

Pampering comes naturally and artificially

Pampering comes natural and artificial

I see you as a creative guide in my situation

Get lost however you want; What is beauty without a judge?

So that the auctioneer is obeyed and heard

You may be terrified by a traitor out of passion

And I must love the deer horribly

They said: The deer heard the one who slandered

And I say: The deer did not hear, nor was it conscious

I am the one who loves you as a sociable person

He loves to get lost in your exile, out of greed

I presented in my hands the days of passion

And I made it a wasted hope for you

And I believed in my love, so I am not indifferent

To grant the world with it or to prevent it

O you who ran from those who hate Him to passion

He turned away, his cheeks radiant

God is in a liver that I gave water to drink with four things

If they had reached Radwa in the morning, they would have cracked

Oh, his eyelids fell softly

Oh, his eyelids fell softly

Your hardship does not calm down

The burden of passion is all yours

If you don't help him, who will help him?

Come back smoothly, or don't come back

You entrusted your secret to someone who would protect it

There is love between you and me

A reason that will bring us together

Rasha Yaaab the magician

N and their magic, except his eyelids

The soul belongs to his right hand

He will ransom what his right hand possesses

Milk is nothing but its fat

If you love a heart, its branches

He adorns every orphan

His mouth, and you think it adorns him

Life is but a night

Morning was her forehead

Love has become our condemnation

In it, as we have come to condemn it

Between the censor and us

A valley separated by sadness

You backbite him and we say: No

The sergeant remained without his eyes

God is in the creation of those who pour and those who suffer

God is in the creation of those who are patient and those who suffer

Hearts perish, but your heart remains the culprit

Protect your beauty from us, we are human

From the dirt, and this beauty is spiritual

Or look for an ark that you can house as a king

He did not take a trap in the mortal world

He flows in the light, passionate about his image

Blessed with the sweetness of Hani’s jewellery

If he smiles, the universe shows its beauty

And if he breathes, he will be given perfume of basil

And shine bright from the sky of glory

With a charming, smiling look

May the important tears in you stop

The sun and the call do not rise at the same time

O you who migrated to the homelands to see them

I was happy, longing for my homeland

Do you remember my longing for her?

And shed tears remembering her?

And when the bird caught it, I shouted to it:

I wish the generous person who gave you gave it to me?

The soul responded to the hardship with you

The soul returned to the hardship with you

The best day is when I get you back

Something happened after you that horrified me

Do you see, my sweet one, how wonderful you are?

How often I complained about the pain at night

The beginning of dawn may bring you

And I sent longing in the wind of youth

So he complained of heartburn from what he entrusted you with

Oh my bliss and torment in passion

Let me be in love, what brings you together?

You are my soul, the injustice of the snitch

The heart claimed peace, or it lost you

I do not know my location with you

Oh, if you knew I had your location!!

They shuddered that you were a painful doubter

I wish I had nothing to do with your pain

The eyes fell asleep, except for a few

Shed tears, and took care of your bed