Various poems

He felt tired

Fatigue is an internal or external feeling that a person feels. External fatigue appears on the body due to continuous work and not giving the body adequate rest. Internal fatigue results from psychological pressure or illusions, and here in this article you will find poetry about fatigue and some beautiful words.

Notice of fatigue

  • Tired of all the feeling last night that calls me tired.
  • My love, the questions that haunted me yesterday in the crowd of your absence are exhausting.
  • My love, the problem is: I'm tired of answering for your absence, oh, my sorrows are an excuse, and I'm tired of saying: I love you.
  • I'm tired of saying to my watch, to my candle, and to the harshest feeling I experience: Sleep and let me love.
  • I'm tired of combing my eyelashes all night and staying up late, and I'm tired of saying: The range is your dawn and there is no dawn around me.
  • My love.. the absence that you interrupted was like irwa your orchards dried up. I am loyalty and I am the only one who remains in the crowd of your absence who loves.
  • I would like to come to you out of fatigue and then hug you
    And you see how I live without you
Your closeness is a friendly fragrance, and from a distance I smell you
I'm afraid my memory of you will get cold
I scatter you in the veins of my heart and your touch
And I made you feel loved the day I met you
When will the time come and I will be with you?
At least know your circumstances and your world
I wish I could breathe your soul and blood
I stay with you and live the days with you
How much I am in my estrangement, I have paralyzed your worries
Sing to the stars of the night after your separation
I fear you more than your father and mother
I swear to God, I will never find you as dear as my heart
I can't wait to hug you
And I let you know how I am doing with you
  • You seem to have two needs, and you are Moataz
    God does not make people uncomfortable
The ruins are broken on the goshawk's claw
He tells you about the atmosphere of Awashaz Afaza
It is permissible and not permissible, and if it is permissible then it is permissible
Harjan encourages good people to pass it
And they said without adjective, completion, and instruction
Like bribes from the right hand of Mazah
And if God brings you between Hamaz and Lamaz
You must test his knowledge and knowledge
He slept for a long time without a crutch
Isolated from the shepherd of dissonance and its cacophony
He is a good sharer and he is a good person who is biased
He did not lose his fear and gained his bias
And I'm tired of solving puzzles
And in my thirst, there is someone close to his barn
How can I console the sweat of my heart for Leah Maz?
It is not very useful to be careful
Greoh Barhab and the most famous Qazzaz perfumes
I mean, his boots are just perfume and his gloves
Did they not execute him with a sword and gas liters?
The law of what makes the soul shine
They did not leave him even if he lost his principle or won
They made his death difficult and made his victory difficult
They make it difficult for those who have no money to be honest and achieve
He deceives with flexibility that is impossible to accomplish
For philosophy Socrates and bread is a baker
The good is a path and the dear is its pride
The Crimean has a ladder and the Double has a Tarzaz
For knowledge there is light, and for the praying person there is reward
The eyes have tears and the feelings have sparkles
The old man has destiny, and the vile one has the right to take advantage of it
There is a sin and a sin, and there is a warning
And time has injustice and the circumstances of its vibration
And for Dheeb Sanh and for the lean one, Talzaz
The Arabji has his appearance, crest, and style
There is a time for laughter and for rosaries to beaded
The sword has a sharp edge and the spear has its fulcrum
Two sons are named and problems are equal
His supreme authority has a place and a place
Poetry is the pulse of Fayez and Fawaz’s feelings
Like a mountain that eats from Jah Haza
Yes, I was unable to blame and concentrate
Fear of the sergeant's pocket and his device
Oh God, if I come to ask for people, Moataz
Don't put yourself in the shameful school of the scoundrel
  • My father, this world is pure and I live comfortably with my body
    In your view, I am a person who lived in this era in a sophisticated way
I was nothing but a human being living in pain and wounds
He sings of time loyal and I sing to him, I am satisfied
I'm tired of laughing at others and singing to them, I'm relieved
And my heart started to stop, saying that time is cruel
I sing for the time, loyal to the heart that lived without spears
The tone of my chest goes beyond and reaches the limit of my feelings
You ask me about my news, I say that time is a wound
He answers me about my news and I ask about my news
Time calls, O heart that has forgotten that time is a scandal
Ignore the difference message while I write on my wall
He calls out to him, “I am satisfied, I am satisfied with love and joy.”
I wish he would be honest with me and I could live comfortably in my home
I ignored fatigue time and time again, fatigue is a killer
My heart beats and I scream, Father, your love is one of my secrets
I screamed at this world, I was nothing but a weapon
In wars, he calls for a weapon and responds to the weapon
I drew a heart in a coffin crying and crying wounds
He hurts his students, Hastahab, after my neighbor
I can't say anything but I love you when hearts are spears
And I am in the glory of my wounds because of your love, always, I am a buyer

May God help the world (Muhammad Al-Dahimi)

May God help the world to endure its sad days
God helps, and you are like a lock whose key has been lost
May God help her and my wounds at all times
Whoever says that time heals his wounds is a lie
May God give water to a badger that disturbs the neighbors
May God protect me from the day when I was a child who would make the house loud with his cries
May God protect me from the day when my utmost ambition was to play Danan
The end of my day is sunset, and I fear the night and its ghosts
May God protect me from the day I put on my father’s robe and his cotton garment
I imitate everything in his grandfather's story as a joke
And I wear the rosary like him, Leah Hugos, and he is Sarhan
He feels and thinks that the one who gave him poetry is praiseworthy
May God water our simple house with cracked walls
A brave man defeats the treacherous... with his lamp and lamp
We are guided by contentment, not greed, worry, or deprivation
When night comes, three brothers are enough for us
All the memories that have fallen into oblivion
He emulates its sweetness through his swimming eye
I was taken by a strangeness whose title is a strangeness without an address
(My father, after fatigue, rest, fatigue found rest in me)!!
I came back today like someone who came back after a sniper attack
Tomorrow he flew and came dragging his saluki and milwaha
The poem Ma Baad passed through the minds of Musaed and Dhidan
He is an eternal Agis, wandering in love with a peasant woman
And a repentant soul that wanted forgiveness for its sins
My mistake is that I kept her secrets with oasis eyes
You say the rain is not coming...it is always raining
Yes, a heart is forgiven for its worries and its joys are lost
I made a mistake, and I am the first person to make a mistake
Our father Adam came out of Paradise with the excuse of an apple
Time let me down, I won't let you down, my dearest person
What's the matter? My luck became a lock whose key was lost

Talk about fatigue

  • How delicious is rest after extreme fatigue.
  • Oh, the amount of fatigue that rests in my brain.
  • If you work hard in righteousness, the tiredness will go away, but righteousness will remain.
  • My comfort is in my labor, and my happiness is in my calling.
  • I get tired sometimes because of my great height.
  • A tired donkey knew a heavy load..
  • You will feel tired and unable to walk when you see the horse.
  • Fatigue puts its hand on my eyelashes, as if it forces them to sleep...but nothing can put its hand on my dreams.
  • Now I don't sleep from extreme sleepiness.. Rather, I sleep from extreme fatigue...
  • If comfort is in ignorance of a thing, then fatigue is in knowledge of a thing. How much knowledge, if it were apparent to us, would be a misery for our lives, and how much ignorance, if it were to be removed from us, would be our ruin.
  • Fear of fatigue is fatigue, and undertaking fatigue is relief.
  • Feeling responsible for something unique to you is exhausting to the point of exhausting whenever you think about how much you deserve it.
  • Reading after mental stress and physical exhaustion is of little benefit and has little return, while reading after rest is more beneficial and has a deeper effect.
  • Your fatigue is not caused by what you do, but rather by what you do not do. The tasks that you do not complete cause us the greatest possible fatigue.
  • The faithful soldier gazes into the darkness in the cover of night with his gaze almost penetrating its cover, and searches for a thousand tricks to resist and defeat the enemy. The faithful worker dries up the sweat and denies himself fatigue, because out of motives of love and not oppression, he wants to serve his nation and advance his mission.
  • Escaping from death is death, and seeking death is life. The fear of fatigue is fatigue, and the effort to engage in fatigue is relief. Freedom is the tree of eternity, watered with drops of blood: the shed. Al-Isara is the tree of Zaqqum, and its water is rivers of the blood of the oppressed.
  • If you get tired of doing good, then the fatigue disappears and the good remains, and if you take pleasure in sins, then the pleasure disappears and the sins remain.
  • Seeking knowledge is difficult, but it has pleasure and enjoyment, and knowledge is only attained through a bridge of fatigue and hardship, and whoever does not bear the humiliation of knowledge for an hour will drink the cup of ignorance forever.
  • A people sought comfort in this world, but they will be tired in the afterlife, and a people who are tired here will rest there.
  • Pleasure is not in rest or emptiness, but in fatigue, toil and hardship when days turn into rest and emptiness.
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