Antara bin Shaddad poetry about love

Antara bin Shaddad

Antara bin Shaddad is one of the most famous Arab poets in the pre-Islamic period.

Did the poets leave Mttardem?

Or did you know the abode after delusion

He is famous for his equestrian poetry, as he is one of the most famous and poetic Arab knights, and he was known for his beautiful poetry and his chaste spinning in Abla, and here in this article you will find Antara bin Shaddad's poetry about love.

Antara's genesis

Antara grew up in the arms of Banu Abs, and he was black in color, hard bones, and if he looked at him, sparks would fly out of his stares, so his father rejoiced with him, and the boy continued to grow and grow stronger until his reputation spread and his reputation spread. He was no more than four years old, and the older he got, the stronger he became.

Antara, despite his young age, was very thirsty, so if someone dared to make him taste woe until the complaints abounded, then his father became fed up with the complaints of the people, so he gave him a flock of sheep, and King Zuhair had slaves to take care of his camels, just as each of his children had shepherds and slaves. A slave called Raji, tall, very black, and the Banu Abbas had a Ghadir called Dhat Al-Asad, and it was the best Ghadir in the country. One day, shepherds, widows, and orphans gathered at the Ghadir. She asked him for permission to allow her to water her sheep, and it was only from the slave that he slapped her on the face, a blow that she threw on her back and revealed to men her shame, so the slaves laughed, and Antara was present, so Arab pride took him and he shouted at the slave, saying, Woe to you, how do you expose the free? Antarah grabs the slave and raises him and throws him to the ground, then hits him with a blow that kills him, so the slaves attacked Antara with sticks and stones, so he met him with a stick with him and struck him with the right and the left, so they could not reach him.

The king knew about the matter, except that he had pardoned Antara and did not punish him because he knew that he was only defending honor, and when he returned to the neighborhood, he found that his act had spread in the tribe, and women and girls surrounded him asking him about his condition, and he was surrounded by Abla, daughter of his uncle Malik, and Abla was the most beautiful From the moon, and she was joking with him and talking to him a lot, and she is at a younger age than Antara.

Poems about Antarah bin Shaddad

• Because I am black

If you are black, catch my color

And the blackness of my skin has no medicine

But keep lewdness away from me

Earth's distance from the sky's atmosphere

• I am in the war Awan

I am in the war Awan

The location is unknown

Wherever the caller called

In the darkness of soaking, he sees me

And Hussami with my channel

Two witnesses of my deeds

I stab my opponent

And he wakes up the heavens

Make him drink the cup of water

Danny read it

I set fire to my valor

And he gave it to me

I am a frowning laith

I have no second in creation

The spear was made for my palm

and the Indian Hussam

And with me in the cradle were they

Above my chest, humanize me

• My good deeds in time are sins

My good deeds in time are sins

And my actions are reprehensible and flawed

And my share of the beloved is far away

And others who are close to it have a share

Every day heals the disease is loving

From a lover, and my disease has no doctor

As if time loves a lover

As if I were watching over time

The spectrum of imagination, Abel, heals

And heal my gloomy heart

And my doom in love is easier for me

From my life if my beloved dry me

O breeze of Hijaz, if it weren't for you, it would have died out

The fire of my heart melted my flaming body

• Except, Abel, the injury has increased

Except, Abel, the injury has increased

Today your people have entered into my torment

And your passion continued to grow every day

As my old age grows in my youth

I even blamed my life on you

My art and your father are in admonition

And I met the enemy and saved a people

They lost me and did not take care of me

• O Abel, your whims have gone beyond measure

O Abel, your whims have gone beyond measure

And I am the meaning in you without seeing

O Abel, your love is in my bones with my blood

When my soul ran with my body, it ran

And I hung by the tail of whom I was proud of

He frowned and his father's sword destroyed Himyara

O Shas drag me from the love of a murderer

I will never add a priced fine to it

• Let me find to the perches

Let me find to the perches in demand

reach the ultimate goal of ranks

Perhaps Abla sacrificed while she was satisfied

On my blackness and erase the image of anger

If she saw the rest of Sadat walking

She visits my hair in the corner of the house in Rajab

O Abel, my people, watch my action and do not entertain

The envious person who tells you lies

As the gaze of the knights came upon me

And every war foot is money to escape

You did not leave them a defeated face

There is no way to save them from trouble

So hasten and see an appeal if you look

Al-Walid appointed him a young man when he was a boy

I was created for war, I protect it if it gets cold

And extinguish her fire in the intensity of the flame

Strictly, wherever I stripped him, I worshiped

He has the giants of the Persians and the Arabs

And I asked the high ones for status

Be strict, not with my mother, not with my father

So whoever answers, he will be saved from what warns him

And whoever refused tasted war and war

• Ask the heart

Ask the heart about what it desires and seeks

And he didn't complain or blame

He woke up after drunkenness and was elected after humiliation

And the heart of the one who loves the Most High turns

How much do you want to humiliate me?

I do my best to please her and she gets angry

Obeila, the days of beauty are few

It has a known country and then it goes

Do not think that I regret the distance

Nor is the heart tormented in the fire of love

And I have said that I have been relieved of passion

And whoever is like me does not say or lie

I deserted you, so go wherever you like and try

From people other than me, the intelligent person tries

• I will be serious

I will bury my grandfather in my heart and keep silent

And I stay awake at night, and the virgins sleep

And I crave from my life what I can't get

I must humiliate him who does not show mercy

I ask you to approach me, daughter of Malik

Without closeness, the fire of war is kindled

So seduce me with a gentle touch of your imagination and ask

If he returns from me how he became an orphan

And do not be dismayed if your people enter into my blood

After desertion, I have neither flesh nor blood

Did you not hear the wailing of the doves in the dark?

From some of my grief and wailing they learned

And there is no one left for me, O Abel, who is known

Only a free liver that melts, so I get sick

And these are butt bones and ribs

On her skin is the army of Sadud encamped

And if I live after the separation, then what am I?

I also pretend that I am in love with Abla

And if my eyelids fell asleep, my sleep was an ailment

I say, perhaps the spectrum comes to greet

I miss those houses whenever

Tomorrow a bird in a grove will sing

I cried from between the distracted and that I

Patient to stab the canna if you knew

• I blame forever

I admonish for an unrelenting period of admonition

And I ask security from the expenses of deputies

And the days promise me a promise that deceives me

And I really know it's a false promise.

I served people and had relatives

They cursed me, but they became like scorpions

They call me in the stairs, O son of Zabiba

And when the horses collide, O Ibn al-Atayeb

And had it not been for passion, the likes of me would not have been humiliated by the likes of them

Asad Al-Fala is not subject to foxes

My people will remind me if the horses become

The knights roamed among the rackets

I wish that time would bring me closer, my loved ones

To me as my misfortune is close to me

• I love you Zlum

I love you, O Zlum, you are with me

The place of the soul from the body of the coward

Even if I say the place of my soul

I was afraid that you would sign an appeal

• You threw the heart well

The heart threw a good virgin

With the arrows of luck, they have a cure

the time of the feast has passed

like suns to gazelles

So I was killed by my sickness inside me

I hid it, and the concealment spread it

I came up with a dick that I moved

Turn it south after Saba

I rang and said a terrified gazelle

A calamity has frightened her in the midst of the desert

And it appeared, so I said the full moon is the night of its completion.

Gemini stars imitated him

Falah smiled, the pearls of her mouth

There is a cure for the disease of lovers

She prostrated to glorify her Lord and swayed

To her majesty our great lords

Oh, Abel, as much as your desire or double it.

I have if menopause occurred please

If time pleases me, then I am

In my concern for his expenditures

Antara poems

• I miss you from Abel

I miss you from the joyful imagination

Your heart has a glowing ivory

You lost the one who was born, so you became tormented

And those contained about you by Ben Hodge

As if my heart on the day I said goodbye

Abeela Mina is a fugitive, meandering

My friend, I will not forget you, but rather I will sacrifice you

My father and her father, where is the Mi'raj?

The pain of the water of the two rolling stones, so talk

Diyar, who is in love with her, is a bit dizzy

Home for the pleasure of numbness Abla has become

It has the four raging storms

Don't you see if her shrine is distracted from me?

Disturbing her from her family now is annoying

Will her house inform me of Shadnia?

A flash among the wasteland, swaying

Show you if the hump and old people are gone

And if she comes, her breast will shiver

Obeila This is a period of systems that I have organized

And you have a wire, good, and approach

And I walked, honorable girl

Below me is a reckless camel foal

In a land where water recedes in its plateaus

its vegetation became glowing

And the myrtle leaves in it, the stray and the bitter

Nabq, Nisreen, Ward, and Bramble

If the ruins of it became empty

As if there was no pleasant life in it

As long as I joked about her, Obeila

And the coquettish deer teased me there

Aghni Malih al-Dal Ahwar Akhal

The cheeks are pure, the cheeks are brighter, the cheeks are brighter

He has an eyebrow like a neon over his eyelids

open mouth like a chrysanthemum

His buttocks are weighty and have been gloved

And a cheek with a rose and a leg with a cheek

And the stomach of a saberian cat is soft

A nice, atrophied kiss is more annoying

I played with it and the night let it rest

Until the brilliant morning light

I see the stars of the night, as if they were

Vials of vibrating mercury

Underneath it is a forearm with a dent in it

Luminous and above it another in which it is integrated

And brothers who are truthful and truthful

On a raid like it, horses are saddled

Madame Khandris circumambulated them

you see grains on top of it when mixed

Except that it is a good medicine for a drinker

Don't give her water before you go out

So we get drunk while Madam is a stylist

We are served cooked food

And I didn't care about the day of the stabbing

To me like those with saffron we put

So he came to pounce on me with his throat

Sometimes he gets close and sometimes he sways

When he came close to me, I cut off his fig

With a strict hussam, he breaks free

As if the blood of the mare when it converged

Creature of virgins or tentacles

Woe to Khosrau if I invade his land

And woe to the Persian army when I am paralyzed

And I carry an antarian campaign against them

I respond to the heroes in the wilderness

I will shock the people's ram and then make it taste

The bitterness of the cup of death is quenching patience

And take revenge scars master of his people

And set it on fire in the war

I am the bearer of every word

The smell of the mountains will fall to her and she will be disturbed

And I protect the neighbor from all humiliation

And rejoice in the resident guest and rejoice

And keep the fever of my nationality along my period

Until they see me in the scrolls, I'm listed

Here, O family of Abbas, write a poem

A light from the morning glows to her

It is not the best of all poems

Every garment is separated from it and woven

• Abila liked it

Abeela admired a vulgar boy

The naked of the bravest, pale as a blade

Shaath the junctions, the methodology of Sirbalah

He did not paint around and did not dismount

Only iron if clothed

As well as every brave guerrilla

As long as the iron is worn, it is only long

Iron rusts from its skin that has not been washed

She laughed in astonishment and said: Oh boy!

There is no good in you as if she did not celebrate

So I was amazed at her when her eyes slipped

On the authority of Majid Talaq al-Yadayn Shamardal

Do not strike me, Abeel, and come back

In insight is the gaze of the contemplator

I may be more salty than you, so let me know

And he acknowledged the eye of the illiterate in this world

My ropes have reached what I deserve

Who loved her and I am my extended ease

Oh, Abel, how many clouds are there?

With the soul, you almost didn't get away with your life

It has lusters if you witness its brilliance

Laslot after dyeing and kohl

Either you see me bee and who it is

dentition dissolving

May I be more eloquent than your hubby Baden

Huge hump on the horse's back

I left him in disgrace

And the people are between wounded and braided

Among them is a trustworthy brother who speculates downwards

In honorable and fares did not come down

And our spears stop the relief from their breasts

And our swords loosen the necks, so they loosen up

And the inspiration warns of the level as if

The swords are thrown by the heads of the colossus

And I met death the day I met him

leaky and the sword did not leak

We saw the barrier between us

Except the madman and a guillotined white blade

A male with the most severe skulls in Al-Waga

And I say do not cut the oath of polishing

And perhaps a torch distributed its branches

With a contraction, the breast of the kicker is a structure

The seamless excuse is not the right of his relatives

volatile in vain with the ax of the axe

The breast of the cat is as if it were made of a rock

Smooth, covered with effluent with a forum

He was his guide if you greeted him

A humiliated stem was not humiliated

As if the outlet of his soul is in his face

Two serpents were born to Jial

As if you wished if you stripped it

And I removed the gel from him, we died a deer

And it has hooves whose installation is documented

Deaf eagles as if from a gondola

And he has a hard-haired, straight-haired man

Like the robe on the favorite rich

Unleashed unbridled fighting

Prominent kisses like the eye of the squint

As if his walk if Nhnhth

With nickles, the gait of a hasty drinker

So he stormed the rampage impulsively

In it and swoop the swoop of the poles