Iraqi folk poetry reproach

Reproach is the language of loved ones, and it is said: Reproach is the soap of the heart, so in this article we will show you several Iraqi poems about reproach that we hope you will like.

Iraqi popular poetry about reproach

• I want to declare mourning and I will never return to mourning

And I want to forget you and forget between you and me

Your love book is about to forget you

And turn your face away from talking to me

I don't want you anymore if you are my soul

And I don't want you to revive me from death

Salt in my eyes and I will sleep until I fall asleep

I fear in a dream that your ghosts will come to me

If my eyes see you and rejoice in your possession

I swear to God, I will free him from it and this is my help

If he shakes your hand, he turns away under the pretext of inactivity

Ax two hands, left and right

And if you tell me your love runs through your veins

Trust in God, cut all my arteries

And if it becomes a sun, he keeps it at night

I don't want the light and the darkness, leave me alone

Remember your thirst and thirst

You told me to beg you, tell me

I squeezed my eyelids and shed tears

I drank your drink without knowing it

And since you quenched my thirst, you became May Djerba

I loved you and extended my eyelids

And you with all the eloquence and all the coldness of the eye

I turned around with poison and responded to finish me off

You pour your oil on it and it is in the fire

And it burns with fire and does not extinguish me

I became locked in a rooster and kept making money with it

An hour to sell for and an hour to buy

I will remain your opponent and expose you until I die

As you grow older, I miss my years

• Who am I to excuse you...and you are not excused

Your sword is on me…….. in the hour of distress

I thought you loved me...and I brought the soul into my hand

Then he whispered...to him and continued to pass him

I replied once, I will try you... I will choose you one day

I have chosen you over my dog...but you will reject it

And cough like that and cough... and he wants to love himself

I encouraged him to…..and stop blocking it

Sometimes you see...there are some problems with love

And he makes excuses... he didn't mean it

It repels all Hajj and advice from people

And you bear his sins...and every mistake he has

Clothes that surprise you are worn... Snake skin

And it is detailed...and I bring it like this

I don't regret it...let it go

But it has become old...the water is old

But I regret it... How can I befriend you?

I regret not taking it... The lesson is from alone

And these are my loves.. I didn't stay in this situation

Oh my dog, Shitopak... Enough and calm him down

A cloud of tears he plants... in the middle of the eye

And you are roses……. He blushed and planted his cheek

• You won't see the rest of you after I have a rest. You'll be attractive again

Viewpoints vary by moment

Not because the eye has ash..because the dog has ash

The wax is dear only at night, and whoever extinguishes it all becomes noisy

It's not love...because everything turns black

Prisoner's nature is my nature

Whatever becomes weaker on you becomes stronger

Yamoud..we will not fight with you, Bab

May God help the carpenter who faces the door

Oh my God, I am so dizzy with you, I would die for you

You hesitate and I hesitate

I won't come now..and whose street do you come to?

If my door is open by itself, it gets blocked

Oh my Lord, I have not chirped for a day

And the buyer's bulbul chirps, and the buyer sings

It's true, you're so sweet

Sweet, crazy, sweet, no more

And your nature is sweet.. a moist nature becomes sweeter

When the heat is on, the weather is getting hotter

But I'm bored with you...because I don't know how much I love you

• What's closer to you..

Your regret increases...

If I'm afraid I'll embarrass you...

Tell me why are you afraid...?

I don't want him to become...

The reason for your tragedy...

Calculate the path, and see your path is clear..

But I think..

Calculate your accounts..

Sometimes I see you..

Get up with the thorns..

And sometimes I feel your heart..

Contrary to your looks..!!

I see you in luxury, and I covet your luxury

I come to you.. and you are cruel to your relationships

My beloved, with generosity...

And more after that for people..

But, oh, be stingy

Why your hours?

You play on my wounds..

And laugh and relax..

I am a kind hearted person..

I carry your wounds..

It's clear that someone else...

And mysterious, you and me..

I wish I could be different.. and contain your laughter

But I will forgive you..

And get busy with the soul..

And you have no one to wipe away your tears except me

• Be patient with the soul while you are in it

And if you go out, you will still have an empty body

You are so blessed that all people don't have it

You are the first lover and you are the next

He showers you with love, and you are the most affectionate creature

Is it possible that the pigeon will become like me?

It's true, I don't know how beautiful you are

And your face is so delicate that no one dares it

It is forbidden for you to get upset and make noise

I tell you that he apologized and it was not my fault

Why are you upset?

It is expensive and everything I have and I will never give you anything is expensive

Now your love, Jeff, has become precious

I feel that you are different from everyone else

With my eyes, I see you as a high star

And I see your tears not falling down

Your tears went down and you found your dreams

You have the garden of my life at every cultivated price

I am satisfied with everything from you, everything is fine for me

I come to you and whoever I want is empty, I return to others

And grapes, but the highest quality is Tars Aslali

I will miss my soul and we will be with you

And on the cup of your lip, Adli kneels

The snitch without luck, Marni and upset you

I die that I will never hurt you or make you upset

You are all nice to each other and your anger

With your tricks, Fadwa, but be satisfied with him