The moon lent the morning Hassan Tabassum
Ibn Rawaha al-Hamawi says:
A moon lent the morning good smile
- And he lent a branch to him so that you would like it
And his mustache turned green, so it became clear to me
- It greens the meadows around the resource
And when is it permissible for his lovers to come
- Like a pearl of sapphire under an aquamarine
Oh, the magician of the party, Layla, what has magic
Ibn al-Natrouni says:
O magician of the party Layla has no magic
- And it hurt my eyelids after staying up late
I don't know and I photographed your person in
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God did not portray this beauty in human beings
- And the images could not be worshipped
You are the one who blessed my eyes to see him
- Because she was miserable after her thought
I die seriously and I have no mercy from you
- And how much I warned and did not benefit me
I ask God's forgiveness. No, by God, I was not created
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And a gazelle appeared to me in a suit
Ibn Al-Saati says:
And a gazelle appeared to me in a suit
- collected from each suggested color
Colors shone from his face
- He is like the sun in a rainbow
The eyes of the oryx are your magic from the hand
Ibn al-Saati says:
The eyes of the oryx are filled with your magic from a hand
- There is no place in my heart for fortitude
Slowly with an orphaned heart
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Stand up, provide us with you, O mother of Nalak
- Not much is the provider's pause
In Al-Zaan Aloy does not live up to a lover
- Secretly upholstered, but not upholstered
And white paint poplar landscapes blackened
- And their eyelids were not darkened
Perhaps please missed the day
- Luck catches up with him, and he realizes tomorrow
I licked the rump with a soft rump
- The waist circumference is weak
You see, the palm of passion reaps the fruit of semen
- With it from the staggered pan rod
I humiliated the sultan of passion after glory
- And it is not for humiliation before it with a date
You tortured me, my love Lubna
Qais bin Dharih says:
You tortured me, love Lubna
- So he fell either with death or life
For death is better than life
- We regret the distance and diaspora
And the close ones said: Taiz for her
- So I said to them, "Then my death has come."
Your face is like the beginning of a poem
Nizar Qabbani says:
Your face is like the beginning of a poem
pull me
pull me
Like a sail
By night to the shores of rhythm
It opens up a horizon for me
And a moment of creativity
Your face is an amazing face
And a watercolor
And one of the most beautiful trips
between myrtle and mint
your face
This open book is beautiful
When I see him in the morning
He carries me coffee in his smile
And apple blush
Your face beckons me
To the last poetry that I know
And the last talk
And the last damask rose, which I love
And the last bathroom
Pant Souad in the eyes is bored
Al-Akhtal says:
Souad is gone, and in the eyes he is bored
- From her love and true body insane
The heart of her love gets used to it sick
- If I remember it while the body is paralyzed
And if you forget it or say it has been degraded
- Nasheed came back from her, he is handcuffed
Raised from people's eyes in rooms
- It is not coveted to be greedy and blasphemy
The heart mixes with its pleasure after sleep
- As he alerted and raised the metafiles
- She quenches her thirst with a sweet treat
In Adam's good, exaggeration adorned him
- Ornaments igniting the whiteness of the slaughterhouse and burning it
Statues are also depicted in the monastery
- Or like a gooseberry grown by a waterlogged stream
And the glow of the heat is the shadows
- Its beams are glued polished branches
As if it is blue-eyed, alcoholic
- I broke him while he was in the folds of his sedra
A day set on fire by Gemini is included
And gazelle you see on his cheeks
Ibn Al-Rumi says:
And a deer you see on his cheeks
- Two arrows dripped from the blood of hearts
I yearn for those of my cheeks
- Its roses are roses of a scenic rose
She poured herself a dye and then raised it
- From the blood of those killed without sins
Rather, what came to them from the mother came
- Potter they have wanted
The eyes hurt him, so he took revenge on them
- Inside the hearts are bloody scars
He was not equal to him in the perfection of meanings
- Al-Hassan's twin, from the sons of Jacob
I gave the one I adore a rose
Elia Abu Madi says:
I gave the one I adore a rose
- After I deposited my heart
So she made her leaves scatter
- With a finger like a wet sheep
Do not ask the lover about his heart
- He was lost between laughter and play
I did not pick the rose from its branch
- If it were not like a cheek in the fire
Hind did not tear her papers
- Had it not been for the suspicion between her and the heart
The spectrum of the beloved pain from his enemies
Al-Bahtori says:
The spectrum of the beloved is pain from his enmity
- And far from the location of his land and his sky
hastily alarmed the brigand directed hastily
- From the grief of his telegraph to his doses
He guides peace and guides his imagination
- After him, wonder and dedication
If he had visited other than Al-Kari, he would have cured you
- The madness of love, and from the air with its relief
leave passion or die in your initiation
- The orphan's business is to die his beginning
And a brother, I wore bright green bread
- With the honor of his ten and the virtue of his brotherhood
How many hopes and wishes I have
- Except God's defense of his sins
And on Abu Noah, the clothes of love
- You give him pure affection from his enemies
Close the eyelids of magic or Farahmy
Hafez Ibrahim says:
Close the eyelids of magic or have mercy
- An orphan who fears eyelids falling off
And do not pray with the stature that
- Touch in it, O Munai Al-Munun
I do not know from you the meaning of passion
- Oh Julia, people don't know
Oh well when it came to me
Khalil Mutran says:
How beautiful it is when it appears on me
- Her servants are in dignity that is not tram
among the stars that looked around
- Her dripping drops ruffled
make people's eyes water like dew
- From her pure light, the pains are healed
As if al-Zahraa is between her
- Malika in a neat procession
And the people are kneeling at her beauty
- Prostration of sincere love and decency
The purifiers of faith from suspicion
- They are free from all slander
And Ramsha heals the ailing breeze
Ibn Zaydun says:
And a blink that heals the sick breeze
- Well-published breath pump
He pointed it at me with a blessed banana
- To replace the alcoholic tears with magic
A freshness of her reign spread in her branches
- and rose with musk from the left
So he gifted jasmine with his palm
- The stars took the blossom from the full moon's rest
he has a sweet and good manners
- An adverb such as the scent of perfume or the intoxication of wine
excuses myself from a conversation that pleases him
- Like semen and connection in the aftermath of desertion