Ahmed Shawky's poetry

Ahmad Shawqi

• He is an Egyptian poet.
• He was born in Cairo in 1868.
• He is considered one of the greatest and most famous Arabic poets of all times.
• He received his primary education in Egypt.
• He went to study in France, then returned again to his homeland, but because of his political positions, he was exiled by the British to Spain, where he lived for a period of time, then returned to Egypt and settled there.
• He was called the prince of poets.
• His poetry varied; He wrote about praise, lamentation, poetry, and singing.
• He wrote about politics and the concerns of the nation.
• Books about poetic stories and theatrical acting.
• Books about children.
• He possesses a broad Arab and Western culture.
• He left us a number of poems and collections, such as: Diwan Shawqiyat.
• He has several plays, such as: Majnun Layla, The Death of Cleopatra, Cambyses, Ali Bey the Great, Antara, The Law of the Jungle, and Al-Bakhila.

Ahmed Shawqi’s poetry

Standup for teacher show him your respect

Go to the Teacher and give him veneration

The teacher almost became an apostle

Did you know who is more honorable or more honorable than the one?

It builds and creates souls and minds

Glory be to You, O God, the best teacher

You taught with the pen the first centuries

You brought this mind out of its darkness

And His guidance is the light that is clear to the path

Sometimes it was printed by the teacher’s hand

Iron rust, sometimes polished

With the Torah you sent Moses, a guide

Ibn al-Batoul taught the Gospel

And you blew up the fountain of Muhammad’s statement

So he narrated the hadith and passed on the revelation

You taught Greece and Egypt and they disappeared

For every sun you want a failure

Today we are in a state of childhood

In science, you seek it intrusively

From the east of the earth, the suns appeared

What's wrong with her west, Adela?

O land, since the Master lost himself

There are tricks between the suns and your east

Those who protected the truth of their knowledge are gone

They were subjected to torment and suffering therein

In a world where life is restricted

By the individual, oppressed by him, shackled

The tyrant's world struck him as it fell

Heads dazed from sunstroke

Socrates gave the cup and it was empty

My lips are a lover who longs to be kissed

They offered him life, which was stupidity

He refused and preferred to die a noble death

There is a lot of courage in hearts

I found few brave minds

The one who created reality is sterilization

Not a generation has been devoid of people of truth

Perhaps love killed her men

Love was killed, how many people were killed

Or everyone who defends the truth has acquired it

There is grudges and resentment in the black

If I had believed in the cross and its sermons

I would have established the crucifixion of Christ as evidence

The teachers of the valley and the politicians of its creation

And the typists are his hopeful youth

And those who carry it when they are called to teach

The burden of honesty is heavy and responsible

The steps of education followed after Muhammad

He walked for a while after Ismaila

We had a light foot towards it

She threw Dunlop and it was the villa

Until we saw Egypt step a finger

In knowledge, kingdoms walk a mile

Those kaafirs and their stuff are illiterate

Since the era of Khufu, you have not seen a jellyfish

You find those who built the obelisk, their grandfather

They are not good at shaping a needle

They are pampered if they are led

Like a fool, you become sociable when you see pampering

Men recite their desires to them

The successful ones sing the most deliciously

Ignorance cannot be tolerated by a group

How is life at Azrila's hands?

By God, if it were not for tongues and ulcers

It targeted the intelligence of youth comprehensively

Forty of their souls pledged

It invades despair and instills contemplation

She knew where they were barren, so she followed

Like a spring overflowing and clouds flowing

You give favor to the country and feel ashamed

Than to be rewarded with beautiful praise

Neither Dunlop nor his education

In times of adversity, they sing a song

Raise the boys of fever on fairness

You will find them to be an old cave of rights

He is the one who builds strong character

It is He who builds souls upright

He evaluates the logic of every crooked logic

He gives him an original opinion on matters

And if the teacher is not just, he walks away

The spirit of justice in youth is weak

And if the teacher gets bad, he notices his insight

Insights came from his hand

And if guidance comes from the cause of passion

And from vanity, he calls it deception

And if the people are correct in their morals

So, mourn over them and mourn

I do not excuse you and consider your burden

Among men's burdens is heavy

Someone else found help and you were deprived

In Egypt, the help of mothers is great

And women grew up illiterate

Men nursed ignorance and lethargy

An orphan is not someone whose parents have lost their lives

He is concerned about life, and his successors are humiliated

So he attained the worldly wisdom among them

And with the good upbringing of the time, there is an alternative

The orphan is the one who received his

Either an abandoned mother or a busy father

Egypt if it looks back on its days

There has never been anything like the Great Sabbath

Parliament will extend its corridor tomorrow

A shadow over the happy valley

We hope that education stimulates his passion

Unless he is stingy with the country

Tell the youth today, “Blessed is your planting.”

The harvests approached and were humiliated

Hail all the martyrs who are hidden

They placed a wreath on its stones

May the living be grateful for your gratitude

Quite a lot, and the dead person’s luck is very great

The constitution does not touch its spirit in you

Until he sees his unknown soldier

That pure blood appealed to you

Do not send ignorant people to Parliament

Let someone ask about sofas

Are they virtuous or are they virtuous?

If you showed the actor incomplete

It was not achieved when it was perfect

So pray for her trustworthy people and make

Those with insight are given preference

The negligent one may turn away and you will not see it

Due to the ignorance of stupid nature, it is impossible

Perhaps you have heard a saying about men

Then it ended, as if it had never been said

And you were helped with dignity and passion

Whoever you have is the one who is disappointed

Generosity and forgiveness in youth and longevity

Youth are generous in their integrity and inclinations

Arise, gather the branches of fatherhood and rise up

The voice of youth is beloved and accepted

Salute the throne and say:

To the Creator, glory and praise be to Him

The goals are farthest except me

I find your steadfastness in them is sufficient

So entrust God with success and persevere

God is the best guarantor and disposer of affairs

I see patience is about to run out

I see patience is about to run out

It was close to being far away

And my heart is about to rest

My limbs are about to fall asleep

I almost lived this dream

I lived among them alone

I think I'm lost

My youth, my heart and my life are in vain

And that my life and its reasons

I proposed to you in a group

You spent a long time

And with us, as it was, the echo returned

Today our ghosts meet

That is a strange meeting

Today, he is approached by the world of fantasy

Every sharp edge keeps him away

It reminds us of yesterday

And every stranger has been strengthened by it

We are only the time that exists

Except in dreams for those who except

We portray it as an image in our conscience

We show our weakness as it appears

People think we are stronger

The hand of eternity is what plots the enemy

But if we are alone...

Our thoughts seek protection from the evil

And if a disgrace appears at your door

We passed by him, kneeling and prostrating

We are careful not to be seen by the eyes

We fear that we will be envious of misery

So come back to me, my beloved, as you promised

Forever, sir, Masada

And the lamentation and the world of groaning

Life is about to run out

And my beloved extended to whomever he found

Your love is kind and I guide you

Or make fun of the memories as you wish

And I go in love as the scapegoat