Beloved parting poems

Separation

Separation is the agony, groaning, pain and sadness that afflicts a person after separation from the beloved or separation from something he loves, which is going without return and losing hope from seeing the beloved after that, whether the reason is death or due to circumstances beyond his control, and there is no remedy for separation except patience. and endurance, and there are many poets who wrote about separation between them and their beloved or family, and in this article we will show you the most beautiful poems about separation.

The parting date is tomorrow

Ibn Dinair is Ibrahim bin Muhammad bin Ibrahim, born in 1187 AD and killed in 627 AH. He has many poems about separation, including:

As for parting, its date is tomorrow

So the mother is humiliated, humiliated, and refuted

They have prepared for the statement so that it

The distance is near, and the time has come for him

The tears of my eyes are not relieved by them

And the flames of my heart in passion does not subside

You inherited me with intentions from your glory

Humiliation and such humiliation is not accustomed

O Neighborhood of Alamein, be patient

About your arrival, truly, and the glory of glaciation

I reminded you, so be patient

About you and a heart in your whims upholstered

I tattooed a glimpse of Levant, but it is

Between the ribs, a sigh rages

Oh, preferably a quarter in Manbij, as tomorrow

It flirts with me the deer Alaghid

A quarter goes where the heart fan

The longing to meet him increases

I have no pleasure in living without its quarter

Except for a better and more satisfying life

Oh, those who are far away, and longing brings them closer to me

My heart, even if they are far away, even if they are not far away

I liquidated you in pure love

And you have nothing but courtship

And perhaps it persisted in your desires that did not pass

And the eyelid of parting is soothing

He has increased my punishment for you, as if he were

Ali's sword with time is abstract

Irom that Aslo and my hearing was not correct

Towards blame and slutty there are no

And gray hair in my head looms and separates me

And the inclusion of the doubt of time wasted

And the female deputies reprimand me, but you

I have no fear of it and my treasure Ahmed

A king to whom the judiciary condemns as if

The order of the judiciary is what nationalizes it

King on the days of him Sakina

For lightness, the heart of accidents thunders

Halloumi scared people and he is educated

And the minds of creation calmed down

The nudity of the human beings from the digger, so he was attacked

And he has the honors, the Most High, and the Most High

See things side by side

A bright determination and an idea that ignites

A lion if the battle rages, then his swords

My antihero from it really sheathed

Fatalities most in the stinking basil

I cut the opponent's heart while he was denouncing

And the determination to cut off engagements is lit

From that we get it and Ray harvested

Honor Bani Mahran king who

Without his carelessness and discouragement

The donor of money is not in trouble

Roses dew Vsroh as Irvd

He has the unearthly gifts that he does not distort

Who and whom is the best, do not be ungrateful

Shakes to praise until it

Glee for the systems of his praise as he sings

Drunk singing reeds as if

Masaa is sung by the obligatory and worshiped

O king who exists

Alwari found for eternity really praises

If it were not in people, it would not be in it

Jude is fine and Karim does not mean

Congratulations on your holiday

Bone bliss and back when they changed

So sacrifice, and do not slaughter except you, for it is only

Their enmity is many faults

Peace be upon you to live in your side

Walt and repented of your survival envy

Visit Buthaina, the beloved is a faker

Jamil bin Muammar is a poet and one of the well-known Arab lovers. He was one of the most famous poets of the Umayyad era and was known as Jamil Buthaina. He lived in the tribe of Athra, which is located in the Valley of the Villages between the Levant and Medina. He loved his cousin Buthaina bint Hayyan and wrote many love poems about her. :

Zora Buthaina, the beloved is a fake

The visitation of the lover is easy

Traveling is our command

And we freed as much as Ahmet Bakur

That evening I went and she was sad

You complain to me about patience

And you say I ransomed you one night

I complain to you, that is easy

Mbasam glue as if her speech

In turn, his systems are scattered

Mhothat al-Matanin covered with a tampon

Raya Al-Rawad, its creation is praised

No, it's good, it's not as good as its indication

Evidence or reverence

The tongue is entrusted with mentioning it

And the heart is sincere and thoughts are pictures

And if you reward me for the same

I am worthy of this, Buthain

They left Vshmoshm answer

Ibn al-Saati is Radwan ibn Muhammad al-Saati, a poet, musician, politician, and calligrapher. He learned from his father the science of astronomy and the science of mechanics. In the year 1203 AD, Radwan finished a book on the science of clocks and called it The Science of Clocks and Working With Them. Among his poems, which the reader classified as a parting poem, is the following poem:

They left Vshmoshm answer

And my heart of anxiety must

The lightning of my smiling fire

And the clouds of my tears weep

The rain made their rain fall

And I swear by your quarter, Labab

Her clothes became straw

Closer to those dunes

You have a complaint

A heart in which the heart was killed

Or what you are pulling

And the scarcity of my heart is troubled

Haifa is a rod that gives understanding

Eyes noticed by rods

Stop it, they took away my skin

And misguidance sought what they plundered

My breath rose after them

And my tears are enough to pour

And my soul has a mustache pain

And the lover is afflicted by the mustache

From his delicacy and kissing him

Like coffee scarred by grain

They are the people with wine in their jaws

pertaining to grapes

Oh mind the cup ahead

Evidence of shock or anger

And managing his predecessor's cup

Like silver mixed with gold

You accepted and stopped what you went through

It's like you're getting angry

Wonder your lovers that they are

They got drunk and didn't drink

This is how you honor when they are humiliated

For your desires and you prevent them from asking

I would have owned Hassan, so everyone who

You possess goodness and gain

You are humiliated, and so is the sun

The full moon is blowing

I had no tears left

It falls on you and spills

As Salah al-Din al-Nasir Yu

Sf is serious, it does not have an outbreak

Farewell and complaint

Elia Abu Madi is a Lebanese Arab poet. He is considered one of the most important poets of the Diaspora. He was born in the village of Al-Muhaidtha in the northern Lebanese Metn, and died in 1957 AD. Among his most beautiful poems about separation are:

The departure is imminent and it is time for us to disperse

To the meeting, my friend, to the meeting

If they weep, I wept with grief

I almost drowned in my tears

My ribs trembled at the farewell

A fire whose sea I was afraid to burn

I still fear Albin before it happens

Until I became and I can't make a difference

On the day of intentions, for God, what a harsh intention

Had it not been for the cores, I would not have hated myself to survive

We went silent, as if confused

For sphinx we warn him to pronounce

Our livers are throbbing and our eyes are throbbing

You can't cry from crying

We catch glances and it's weak

And we fight the breaths so as not to get lost

If we did not justify the meeting our souls

The tears almost flowed out

Oh my friend, be patient, perhaps

We are back and the reunion is back in splendor

If the days did not accompany us

It is forbidden for our souls to be gentle

He who destined estrangement and intentions

He can collect the dispersed

I rode the sea roaring raging

Like a lion separated from its cub, but rather Ahnfa

And the soul is terrified, and I do not blame her

The sea is the greatest thing to fear and fear

I witnessed him wise and sane

And I have seen him ignorant and clumsy

Mstavz what he wanted to entertain us

He did what he wanted to disperse

The waves crash into each other

Some of us ignorantly dispute the survival

While the side sees it as a standing wall

So if it became a trench

And the ark is a slave woman who makes her passages

Ripped as you loosen a moral robe

It rises, so we think it leads us to the breeze

And we think we're riding a flight

Even if you land us in the abyss

I realized that death is close to us

The horizon was covered by fog

It was as if the ink was covered with finesse

The sun does not shine in the morning and we do not see

Either the night is prolonged with a bright full moon

Twenty days or more its case

How I turned I saw water pouring

New York, daughter of steam, us, you mean

Perhaps in the West we forget the East

A homeland we wanted for the love of the Most High

He refused but to settle down to the crack

Like a slave who fears after the boy has perished

His masters are having fun with it

Or whenever the time comes with a reformer

In his family they said tyrannical and heretic

As if it was not what they had gone mad

As if it wasn't enough for them to fail

This is the reward of those who forbid in a nation

The stalemate took hold between them

A country where the heat is fed up

And you see the free people narrower arms

As soon as I saw a well-to-do writer

As I saw not an ignorant flatterer

Ignorance walked in it dragging its tail

Teha flag walks hammered

Yesterday and evening his family in the case

If they bare inanimate objects to pity

People as willed indolence and passion

Scattered and almost torn apart

The religion of God does not accept a conciliator

between hearts and it pleases him as a parter

He was entrusted with the companions of devotion and piety

And evil is between worship and piety

Underdog if not hurt sycophant

A flattering day to see a flatterer

He didn't believe in pain and it's facts

But he believed in amulets and incantations

Perhaps he hated stagnation, but

It is difficult for a person to invent

And the government once budge a fool

from her head until she became furious

We became hostile as if

We came on the run or we rode on the road

And she refused only to exhaust us as if

All justice then be exhausted

Bina loved ones messing with it as well

Boyhood played magic with the branches of the naga

Baghdad is in danger and Egypt is a hostage

And tomorrow, the hand of greedy people will prevail

Its lists weakened, and when it grazes

For its change until it is gone and destroyed

It was said they adored her, I said there was nothing left for us

With hearts to love and adore

If not the same sons Shafiqa

Hey, he received a sympathetic one among them

I became where the soul is not afraid of harm

Never and where thought becomes absolute

Myself Khadi and let nostalgia, it is

Far ignorance today to be excited

This is the new world, so look

In it is the light of knowledge, how they shine

I guarantee you a delicious life

In her family and live Azhar Monga