Elegy verses for Al-Mutanabbi

I do not see the events as praise or blame

I long for the cup from which I drank

And I love the dirt and what is there for her resting place

I cried for her in fear during her life

We both tasted the bereavement of our friend

My book came to her after despair and rejoicing

She died with happiness for me, but I died with grief for her

It is forbidden for my heart to be happy

What she died with was considered poison

I know, and the wise man is an expert

I would not have thought before you were buried in the grave

That the stars sink in the dust

What I had hoped to see before your coffin

Radwa walks at the hands of men

They went out with him, and every boy came after him

The thunderbolts of Moses on the day the Mount was destroyed

The sun in the middle of the sky is sick

The land is dry and almost ripe

And the wings of angels rustle around him

And the eyes of the people of Latakia are pictures

Until they came to a grave as if it were his shrine

It is engraved in the heart of every united person

O sister, the best brother, O daughter, the best father

O sister, the best brother, O daughter, the best father

As a metaphor for their noble lineage

I admire your destiny to be called a mother

Whoever describes you has called you Arabs

Sad joy has no reason

And his tears while they were in the grip of joy

You have betrayed, O Death, how many you have consumed

Who did you harm and how many people did you silence?

How often did she accompany her brother in a dispute?

You asked a lot, but he was not stingy and you were not disappointed

The island rolled around until news came to me

I was terrified by his false hopes

Even if his honesty gives me no hope

I burst into tears until they almost burst into tears

Their tongues stumbled over it in the mouths

And hail in the roads and pens in the books

As if no workers had filled their processions

Diyarbakir was not conquered or conquered

She did not want life after her succession

And you did not help someone calling for woe and war

I see Iraq all night long since it was mourned

So how was the night of the young boys in Aleppo?

He thinks my heart is not on fire

And the tears of my eyelids are not spilled

Yes, and the sanctity of the one who was respected

For the sanctity of glory, purpose, and etiquette

And it passed without inheriting its creatures

And if her hand passed, she would inherit the ash

Her dream is rising and glory

They are her peers in amusement and games

They know when she is alive, she has a good smile

And no one knows except God about mustache

There is joy in the hearts of good people

And heartbreak in the hearts of whites and blacks

If he sees the head of the one wearing it, he sees it

He saw the masked men higher in rank than him

And if you were created a female, then you were created

Noble, not a woman of reason and judgment

Even if the defeated prevail over its element

There is a meaning in wine that is not in grapes

I wish the rising of the two suns were absent

I wish the two suns were absent, and they had not set

I wish I had the same eye as the day passed

Redemption for the eye that was lost and did not repent

Whatever is adorned with rubies resembles it

And do not imitate the Hindi language

I did not mention any of her beautiful crafts

Otherwise, I cried and felt affection without a reason

Every veil was beyond her vision

O land, you were not satisfied with blocking it

Nor have I seen human eyes reach it

Did the eyes of shooting stars envy her?

And did you hear me greeting him with pain?

I have gone on for a long time and have not been able to deliver much

How do our dead reach the place that was buried?

The unseen may fall short of our lives

O best of patience, visit the hearts most deserving of it

And say to its owner, “O you who benefit from the clouds.”

He was most generous to people, not excluding anyone

Among the noble ones, except your forefathers, are descendants

The two people shared your age

And he lived their redeemed dirham in gold

He returned in search of the one who left him

Indeed, we neglect while the days are in pursuit

The shorter the time between them

It is as if there is time between roses and nearness

May your Lord reward you with forgiveness for your sorrows

So the sadness of every brother is the sadness of a brother of anger

And you are a group whose souls are generous

Because they are generous and do not become greedy with plunder

You are among the kings of all people

Samar replaced cannas with other reeds

Don't let the nights last forever

If they strike, they will break the spring in the west

He does not help an enemy whom you will vanquish

For they repel the falcon with destruction

And if they are happy with a beloved, they are sad because of him

In both cases, it has come to you with astonishment

Perhaps the human being calculated its purpose

She surprised him with something unexpected

None of them was eliminated due to his stubbornness

And no one ended up with anything but one

People disagreed until they could not agree

Except for condemnation and disagreement in condemnation

It was said that a person's soul will be saved unharmed

It was said that a person's body is involved in damage

And whoever thinks about the world and its joy

The thought made him stay between helplessness and fatigue

Eid, anyway, I'm back, Eid

Eid anyway, you're back, Eid

What happened or something in you renewal

As for the loved ones, Al-Baida is below them

I wish without you a hand without it with a hand

Were it not for the Most High, you would not have answered me as I would not respond to it

and a letter and not a barren qaydud

And it was sweeter than my sword to embrace

Its splendor is similar to Al-Ghaid Al-Amalid

Time did not leave my heart nor my liver

something that blinds an eye and is not good

Oh my legs brew in your cups

Or in your cups are they and Tsahid?

I am a rock, what is mine do not move me

This is Madam, nor are these songs

if i want pure amount of color

I found her and the lover of the soul is missing

What did I find in this world that pleases him?

Because of what I doubt, I am envied

I have become a soul richer and hand

I am rich and my money is dates

I have come down with liars, their guests

About villages and travel is limited

The presence of men from the hands is their presence

From the tongue, they were neither good

Death does not take a breath from their souls

except that he has a stick of its stink in his hand

Whenever the slave of evil assassinates his master

Or he betrayed him, he has a preliminary in Egypt

The eunuch became the leader of the remaining ones

The free is enslaved and the slave is worshiped

Egypt's watchmakers slept on their foxes

Bashman is lost, and the clusters do not perish.

The slave does not have a free, righteous brother

If only he was born in the clothes of the heat

Do not buy a slave unless he has the stick with him.

The slaves are impure and slanderous

I did not think that I would live for a long time

A servant insults me in it while he is praised

I did not imagine that people were lost

And the like of Abi Al-Bayda exists

And that black pierced is encrypted

You obey him with thunderous swarms

Hungry, he eats my food and catches me

In order for it to be said that the great destiny is intended

And he blames her for a plan, and he blames her counterpart

For example, the Mahrism was created

And then death tasted its mustache

The death at the humiliation Qandid

who taught the castrated lions an honor

White people or his hunting fathers

Or is his ear in the hands of the slavers bloody?

Or is it worth it while it is returned in two fils

excuse me

In every meanness, and some excuse is refuted

And that is because white stallions are impotent

About the beautiful, how about the testicles of blacks?