Iraqi folk poetry

Iraqi folk poetry

Iraq is distinguished by its popular poetry, which is poetry close to the heart and has a pleasant impact on the ears

Others, Iraqi folk poetry talked about several topics, the most important of which was separation:

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Missing you, my love, how can I be patient with my soul?

Oh, how long will I remain as I am?

Your wound with the dog healed it, but it was not good

And the battery of travel made my heart hurt more

I will not forget you if you travel for ten years

Shawkat does not respond, the door of the heart is open

I feel you far away

I never thought that one day I would leave

It's true that I tell you everything you want

But at such a distance, this is not allowed

The soul is the smell, and if it goes away, how will it go?

How do you want me to live without you?

And I miss you since you are here

Whoever you buy, I stay until I sleep until morning

And if the stars of the sky prevent you from being witnesses

I die in your absence, who do you go to?

Your love for my dog ​​has no limits

On the day of travel, book for two people

Because a meem is in the water, and my heart goes to you

And a tattoo that turns away from the cell of Dom and Yak

I feel like my soul is still slaughtered

I'm in my life and you don't exist

But worry, hurt, pain and wounds

I can see your drawing as soon as I close my eyes

Even if my eyes are blinded, I don't think it will go away

I don't want to see you if it's goodbye

Because whoever guides you, the spirit will come forth

I lived with you and I know how to get tired of loving you

I was satisfied with my oath and eagerness to teach me

I want to spend my life with you

You know how your absence hurts me

My eyes don't see you softening and lasting

Because you, my beloved, are the joy of my years

Come and let me hug you with my love's tricks

And I see the hand of your tenderness, you embrace me

Come and let us extinguish the scrub and the fire

And on your chest I sleep at night, let me

We closed your page and ended the topic

Past tense verb: I was cleared and the time was over

I look forward to kissing you when you leave

Wash my pride and ask for help

It's true, my grandfather stumbled when I saw your height

But I wouldn't let you down when you fell

I healed my wound and did not ask for help

Because I know the one who collapses his eyelids to support him

The moon is bigger and the stars are smaller

But the poison is not solved by the camera alone

And if you are silent, you will see that it is not because there is no tongue

The times of silence are never the same as pilgrimage

In other lines of another poem, the mother tells of an Iraqi lover:

Don't ask about him...and after I ask about you

I still have a purpose for you...and I still have nothing for you

Keeping your hand away from Adiya...it's not a bad thing

You brought it from your own hands...your sideburns were blinded by it

I don't feel you...you only care about yourself

...You are not suffering like me...You don't love me, you are selfish

There is no need for me to stay with you...you may have a second lover

There is no need for me to come to you... I have no purpose for you

Admit it, I love you...and I stayed up for you nights

I replied, "Put my dog ​​on your dog...but your dog turned out to be empty."

I'm so upset with you... and you don't care so much

My dog ​​is from the race of Shalata...I can see your soul again

I am more beautiful than you...and they are more beautiful than yours

It's true, it's sweet, and you're crazy...and it's not all that sweet

My soul intertwines with your soul... and is different from the intertwining of two religions

When I saw you, my eyes were saved... and I felt like I had no eyes

With you, it remains impossible... I must choose the alternative

If I have to withdraw...please find me a lover

And you can see someone else...and be happy, son of lawful one

And in order to enter a second cage...and find peace of mind

I will eat you, go away...and after I eat you, come

There is no need for us to stay together... I am not tired of being hurt

The world has other people’s hobbies... The world is full of girls

Oh my God, I am present with my dog... I registered my absence

Look at yourself and you will rest...enough to forget the wounds

Enough mercy for your parents... God will not be pleased with you

After you have a purpose for me...and after I have a purpose for you

I miss you anymore and I feel my blood boiling

He dies with the blink of your eye and is extinguished by my fire

Your love enchants me and your situation is miserable

I wish you would gather and forget my sorrows

Lost, I lost my mind

As soon as I thought, I lost my address

I keep you awake at night and count the stars

He was tired until darkness and shouted, “Shamtani”.

I don't know how long you lived, so you are the beloved

And I don't know, the jarali and the colors have faded

I swear to you about the nights in which my dog ​​rested

Come and take dice from first and second

I will show you my torment in many ways, O father, in many ways

Since the day I left, my branches have not reached back

The door to abandoning you has come to me since you have sinned far away

And it was proven that my imagination was afraid that it would make me crazy

Why did Shawkat come back to me?

Change my name to Sahouli Al-Matani