He felt arrogant

“Most people are entertained by aspirations, and their minds are tampered with by temptation, and then they are the ones who are killed by vanity.” Taha Hussein.

We have chosen for you a collection of poems about vanity

Vanity - Nizar Qabbani

Take your time, my dear lady

No one is forcing you to make false confessions

No one wants you to make love.

Under the influence of alcohol or drugs.

As if you were getting one of your molars extracted...

You don't have to donate half your mouth.

Or half your hand.

Lips cannot be divided.

Nor is femininity divisible.

This is the position, ma'am.

Do not address me while you are lying on your royal bed

My latest concern is supporting the queens’ flanks.

And read my poetry..

In the queens' councils...

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Take the time it takes for the pearl to form.

And the swallow makes summer with its wings...

Take the time it takes to sigh...

To become a white horse.

Take the times that have passed...

And the times that will come...

The distance is long...

Between the end of the wine... and the beginning of the writing

I'm not in a hurry for you...

Or on the hair..

Beautiful eyes cannot be raped.

Beautiful words cannot be usurped.

And those who have experience in maritime affairs..

They know that smart ships are not in a hurry to arrive.

And the coasts are the aging of ships.

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take your time..

O lady who fakes calm

I am not asking you to improvise emotions.

No one can release spring water

No one can bribe lightning and thunder.

No one can force a poem

On sleeping with a poet you don't want...

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Take your time, you eccentric airhead.

O woman of changes and unstable weather

O traveler between the pole... and the equator

Between the explosions of poetry... and the ashes of daily speech

take your time..

take your time..

The wood fire is still burning...

The fire of the poem is still at its beginning.

I am not in a hurry for the sea to split.

I am not asking you to burn your ships.

And abandoning your kingdom...and your entourage...and your class privileges...

I'm not asking you to ride with me on the horse of madness.

Madness is the talent of the poor alone.

And the poets alone...

And you want to keep the crown of queens...

No crown of words..

You are the woman of the mind that takes into account everything

I am a man of poetry who does not take into account anything... A poem about vanity: Vanity. The soul's livelihood is not capital

Humility elevates a person and provides purity

Arrogance is a trait you call men

And if a person becomes old, his level decreases

You consider weakness and humiliation to be the worst qualities

The pride of men is a lifeline for men

Perfection belongs to the Creator of the universe, and perfection belongs to God

But practicing perfume is an obligation, like the obligation of prayer

Life is months and years, and the end of it is demise

Whoever loses his religion loses everything ultimately

Life is actions and actions followed by a transition

For the life that brings death or salvation

This world is short, coming and going

And whoever does something for me will meet the Lord, he will meet him

The weak loses his right, even if there is no argument

The evil one does not earn blessings even if he raises his hands

A miser is more despicable than a stingy, even if he has no scope

If he has a lot of money, what a loss, oh, what wealth

And whoever falters in his resolve, he will be swayed by hell

What pleases the person of time and his helpers is his text

A man is keen on what is good in every situation

The man is a guardian who inevitably submitted to corruption and became corrupt

Someone with experiences and experiments on the situation is an example

Whoever learns the lesson with time is given good tidings of salvation

Another poem about vanity

It is true that the clouds are you..

And you are the spring herbs..

And the most beautiful person on this earth.. you

And in the middle of the night, if my daughter, the morning flies..

From the palm of God is a bird..

But the nights are rolling...

Enough.. arrogance

Your voice made me feel sick yesterday... the bitterness of sadness and wandering

It is true that the sea is salty...but thirst is a battle

I asked you, O thirsty one.. rain

I asked you about my hobby...news

I asked you for two excuses...but you did not excuse me...

And you have the right if you grow up..

It is true that the clouds are you..

And you are the spring herbs..

And the most beautiful person on this earth is you..

I am hurt.. and nostalgic and whispering

And a heart beating in my chest...

I don't know who my beloved is...the sun

I still don't want to know..

The warmth of a human being is enough for me..

He shares joy and sorrow with me.

And your light in the sky is clear.. I see it like all people

And I feel like all people

It is true that the clouds are you..

And you are the spring herbs..

And the most beautiful person on this earth is you..

And at the height of the night, if my daughter.. the morning flies..

From the palm of God is a bird..

But the nights are running, enough of it.. arrogance

Al-Mutanabbi is conceited with himself

Otter knows that I am the boy who saved for the expenses of time

I am the son of meeting, I am the son of generosity, I am the son of the striker, I am the son of the stabber

I am the son of Al-Fayafi, I am the son of Al-Qawafi, I am the son of Al-Sarouj, I am the son of Al-Ra’an

Long Al-Najjad, Long Al-Imad, Long Al-Qanat, Long Al-Sanaan

The iron of the eye, the iron of the preservation, the iron of Al-Hassam, the iron of the jinn

My sword races against the servants’ desires as if in a bet