Kazem El Saher's poetry

The great artist Kazem El Saher sang many poems by different poets. Let us review some of the poems he sang:

A poem for me and Lily:

Forget my blame, and abstain from the blame that I quickly fell from my suffering

My religion is love, the abode of love is my kingdom, Qais, I, and the book of poetry is my biblical

God did not forbid love in His law, but God blessed my innocent dreams

I am of a kind, and God entrusted her with a luxurious soul with the sweetness of monologues

Leave the punishment and do not be punished by a babe My heart was not hewn in stones

Without love I am dry wood Without passion I am like dead

I live in a town whose life has become the dress of the Sharia in the breach of my customs

How miserable the lawsuit of our city is, in which passion is the greatest of sins!

The pulse of hearts is leafy about Her Holiness listening to the sayings of superstitions

A phrase stuck at every turn, I seek refuge in God from such foolishness

The love of girls is forbidden in our city The love of girls is a way to temptations

Never ever meet a woman Never seduce sweethearts

Indifference is a disgrace in our city, so what if my love for princesses

Samra, my sadness is a lifetime wasted, but I am a lover and love is my tragedy

The morning gave its kiss to the flowers, and the late night stalks my cups

O kiss of love, O you who came to recite poetry, perhaps passion would heal my wounds

The flowers of my soul have withered, the songs of passion have died, my stories have died.

My supplications died in the niche of your eyes, and my banners surrendered to the winds of despair

My time, Layla, dried up on your locked door, and my pleas yielded nothing.

I am the one who wasted two years of my life and blessed my worries and believed my assumptions

For two years, I have not had a melody on a string, nor have I awakened to the light of my heavens.

I release the love in my heart and squeeze it, so I drink the anguish in my dusty cup

I bid farewell to the roses and plant them so that they grow like thorns in the bushes.

What harm if Newroz embraced my forest or the shadow shook hands with my sad leaves

It wouldn't hurt if enough of you came to us with a grudge that washed away my bitter pains

Nine years passed and sorrows crushed me and I died until my youth made me forget

You ride on the boat of longings in travel, and the wind blows in the violence of sails

I have been waiting for a long time when Kirkuk will open a path for me to it so I can put out the fire of my groans

When will my convoy reach Kirkuk? When will my banners fly, my lovers?

Tomorrow I will slay my sorrows and bury them Tomorrow I will let out my laughter

But we call me to the lovers, kill me if you follow my joy, the waterfall of Herat

So I carry the coffin of love depressed, I go to the desert and write my poems

Torn I am neither glory nor luxury tempts you in me

If you squeezed all the years of life, it would bleed from my wounds.

All lamps sweeten their light, and I keep complaining about the depletion of oil, my problem

If I were so luxurious, I wouldn't refuse my love... But the difficult situation is my tragedy

Let despair chew away my withered hopes, and let the waves drown my merchandise, O Laila.

I suffered without revealing my sadness, and you do not know anything about my suffering.

I walk and laugh, Layla, arguing that I should hide from people my agonies

People do not know what is wrong with me, so excuse me, and they have no way to console me.

They blamed my fascination with blue eyes, and if they saw the beauty of your eyes, they would not blame my fascination

If the most beautiful of colors were not blue, God would not have chosen it as the color of the heavens.

Deprivation anchors my eyelids, he sucks my blood, and if he wants, he abuses my smiles

I have hadiths of sadness, how can I write them that make you tired of me or my phrases?

Tears flow from my burning heart, so I ask him to whom I send my blessings to the sick

Excuse me if you aborted my hope, not your fault, but my foolishness.

I lost my caravan in the desert, so I went searching in your eyes for myself.

I came to your green arms high like a child carrying my innocent dreams

I come carrying a song in my palms that I recite the longer I travel

Even if your eyes shine on the horizon and the dawn embroiders my gloomy days

You instilled your palms, you pluck my veins and crush my pleasures without a trace

And alienated it... Places my ships migrated from me, and my sails did not sail from them

I was exiled and strangers settled in my country and they tore up all my beloved things

Have your eyes deceived you in falsehood and lies, or have the tinsel deceived you deceived...my lordship

O spears of hatred, pierce my body and tear the rest of my tampons

Butterfly I came to apply my wings to you, but my wings were unjustly burned

I shout while the sword is planted in my heart and treachery shattered my high hopes

Does your magic spectrum erase Mona Khali? And will you shine for my morning and my heavens?

Here you too, how is the way to my family? And without them, the wilderness of the treasures

I wrote on Mars a sign to complain to the grieving bird, groans

Also, do not let your hands die if you choose to kill me and make me suffer

Why should I delete your transparent name from my language, then you will live without Layla, my stories?

School love poem:

Your love taught me to grieve

And I've been needing it for ages

For a woman who makes me sad

For a woman I cry in her arms like a sparrow

For a woman.. collect my parts

Broken crystal fragments

Your love, my lady, has taught me the worst habits

Teach me to get out of my house

A thousand times a night

And try apothecary medicine.

And I knock on the door of fortune tellers.

Teach me.. get out of my house..

To sweep the sidewalks

And I chase your face.

in the rain..

And in the car lights.

And I'm chasing your dress..

in the garments of the unknown

And I'm chasing your nose..

even..until..

in advertisement sheets.

Your love taught me how to wander for hours in search of gypsy poetry

All the gypsies envy him in search of a face..for a voice..

It is all faces and sounds

Your love brought me in.. my lady

Cities of Sorrows..

And I did not enter before you

Cities of Sorrows.

I never knew..

That tear is human

That man is without sorrow

human memory..

teach me your love..

To act like a boy

To paint your face with chalk on the walls.

And on the sails of fishermen

On the bells, on the crosses

Your love taught me how to love

Changing the map of time.

I know that when I love...

The earth stops spinning

Your love taught me things..

It was never taken into account

I read children's stories.

I entered the palaces of the kings of the elves

And I dreamed that the daughter of the Sultan would marry me.

Those eyes...

Clearer than the water of the gulfs

Those lips...

More delicious than pomegranate blossom

And I dreamed that I kidnapped her like a knight.

And I dreamed that I gave her necklaces of pearls and corals.

Your love taught me, my lady, what a delirium

Teach me how life passes..

And the daughter of the sultan does not come.

teach me your love..

How I love you in all things

In the bare trees, in the yellow withered leaves

In the rainy weather.. in the air..

In the smallest coffee shop.. we drink in it..

Evening.. our black coffee..

Your love taught me to shelter..

For hotels that have no names

And churches that have no names

And cafes that have no names

Your love taught me how the night is

Amplifies the sorrows of strangers..

Teach me.. how to see Beirut

woman..the tyrant of temptation..

A woman.. who wears every evening

Your most beautiful fashion

And spray perfume on her breasts

For sailors..and princes..

Your love taught me to cry without crying

Teach me how to sleep grief

Like a legless boy..

On Raouche and Hamra roads

Your love taught me to grieve..

And I've been needing it for ages

For a woman who makes me sad..

For a woman collecting my parts..

Broken crystal shards.

Nizar Qabbani