May you be sweet and life bitter

Abu Firas Al-Hamdani

Al-Harith bin Said bin Hamdan, born in the city of Mosul, settled in the land of the Hamdanids in the city of Aleppo. He was governor of Manbij, and he monitored the movements of the Romans. He fell into the captivity of the Romans twice and the families took him long, so he wrote to his cousin Saif al-Dawla to ransom him, but he slowed down and continued to neglect him. One of his most famous poems is this poem in which he praises Saif al-Dawla to break his captivity, and many differed in interpreting its meanings. In his prison, he organized Diwan al-Rumiyyat, which is considered one of the most wonderful and true human poetry.

Poem I wish you were sweet and life is bitter

As for beauty, you have a reward.

Do you have an abuser in repentance?

He who has lost his whim has gone astray

He has been humiliated by heels

But I - thank God - resolute

Dearest if their necks are humiliated

And the belle does not have my whole heart

And if it includes delicacy and youth

And run, so I don't give passion over my leash,

Wahfu and it is not hidden from me that I am right

If vinegar leaves you only in saltiness,

There is no reproach for him but parting

If I can't find what I want

For another, I have determination and stirrups

And not parting as much as I can, if it is

Separation in case is not return

Patient even if there is nothing left of me

Saying, even if swords are an answer

Reverence and the events of time make me anxious

And death has a back and forth around me

And notice the conditions of time with an eyepiece

In it, truth is true, and a liar is a liar

in whom a person trusts in what he deputizes

And where does the generous, free man have companions from?

These people have become but the fewest of them.

Wolves with clothes on their bodies

I was absent from my people, so they thought they were stupid

at the junction of aghabana gravel and dirt

And if they know me as I know them,

So they knew that I testified and were absent

And every effective person will be rewarded according to his actions.

Not every saying I have is answered

And the Lord of the words passed over my ears

As flies buzzed in the sound of the hail

To God I complain that we are in homes

They are controlled by dogs

Nights pass, there is no place for benefit

Deola for the deceased, Mr

Nor shall a saddle be pulled for me on the back of a swimmer,

Domes were not struck for me in the open

And I did not flash a breaker in the meeting

Nor have spears shone for me in wars

You will remember my days “Numeer” and “Amer”

And “heel” on its tops and “dogs”

I'm not too slow for them

Not without money for accidents

I do not ask for a one-eyed animal from them so that I may get it.

Nor shall my private parts of the two seekers be injured

And Osto and my love are steadfast in their breasts

And I dream about their ignorance and Ahab

Our cousins, what makes a sword in battle

So let him have a bat and flies?

Our cousins, do not deny the truth, we are

Toughness, other than humiliation, hardness

Our cousins, we are the forearms and the antelope

And one day it is about to be a strike

And for men, your son is not like their sister's son.

They are free to be judged and revered

So what excuse if they are invited and you are invited?

Did you not, our cousins, and they answered?

And I don't claim, God knows nothing else

Rehab “Ali” for the chaste, Rehab

And his actions for those willing are generous

And his money is for the seekers

But he told me of his strict palms

And a meteor darkened in my eyes

slower than me, and death is swift,

And death has a nail that has grown long and toothy

If it is not an old friendship, we will return it.

There is no kinship between men

So I am on the safe side for Islam not to waste me

And I have a hedge and a place for him

But I am satisfied in every case

To know which of the two cases is a mirage

And I still accept a little love

He has and below a lot a veil

And I ask that friendship be kept in its land,

And the memory of Mina in others and students

This is how pure Wydad is not expected

Reward and not fear punishment

I was afraid of abandonment and family reunion

And every day there is a meeting and a speech

So how, when there is a king between us, Caesar?

And the sea around me has a thrash and a swell

Be safe after giving yourself what you want

Was he rewarded with the bitterness of censure when he was rewarded?

May you be sweet, life is bitter,

I wish you would be satisfied when sleep is angry

I wish that which is between you and me

And between me and the two worlds is ruin

If you are sincere, then everything is easy

And all that is above the dust is dust

Other poems of the poet

Among the immortal poems of Abu Firas al-Hamdani are the following:

I see you tear sticks

I see you stick to tears, your trait is patience,

Is it not for passion to forbid you or command?

Yes, I miss and I have a sump

But someone like me does not have a secret!

When the night illuminates me, I extend the hand of passion

And I humiliated tears from his creatures of arrogance

The fire is almost lit between my wings

If she is smartened by the intellect and the thought

My reason is connection, and death without it

If you die of thirst, do not drop the drops!

I preserved and lost the affection between us

And better than some loyalty to you, excuse

And these days are nothing but sheets

For its letters, from the palm of its writer, human beings

By myself, from those who walk in the neighborhood, Ghada

Her hobbies are a sin, and her joy is an excuse

You gossip to the snitchers about me, and I am mine

to pronounce it, for every slander,

I seemed, and my family present, because I

I see that a house, of which I am not a resident, is desolate

And I fought my people according to your whim, and they

And me, if it were not for your love, water and wine

If what the informant said, and it was not

Faith destroys what unbelief builds

I fulfilled, and in some loyalty it is humiliating

A miss in the neighborhood is treacherous

Sober, and the prime of youth provokes her,

They resonate, sometimes, as a foal resonates

She asks me: Who are you? And she knows

Is there a boy like me in a state of denial?

So I said, as she wished, and her desire desired:

your dead! She said: which one? They are many

I said to her: “If you wanted, you would not be intransigent

And you did not ask about me when you have news of me!

She said: “Eternity has degraded you after us!

I said: “God forbid! Rather, you are not forever

And sorrows would not have, had it not been for you, a path

to the heart; But passion is a bridge to wear

And you perish between joking and seriousness.

If the evidence is not clear, desertion tormented her

So I was certain that there is no honor, after me, for a lover

And that my hand is zero

And I turned my affairs around, and I did not see any comfort for me

If someone is humane, he insists on abandoning me

So I returned to the rule of time and its rule

For her the sin is not recompensed for it and the one who has an excuse

It's as if I'm calling out to a doe

In honor of a thirsty one who was terrified

It flinched for a while, then approached as if

Tala calls for the valley, the city is incapacitated

Do not deny me, cousin, it is

To know who was denied by the Bedouins and urbanites

Do not deny me, for I am not in denial

If the feet slipped and the look descended

And I am a tractor for every battalion

A return that victory does not prejudice

And I am still in fear

Too much to remove it to see the fragments

I am thirsty until you are satisfied with eggs and canna

And I will be angry until the wolf and the eagle are satisfied

And the neighborhood of Al-Khalouf will not be raided

Nor the army unless you come to it before me vow

O Lord of the house, you did not fear me, you are impregnable

I came up to her with my robes, me and the dawn

And alive, I sent the horse back to its queen

I was defeated by the burqa and the wine

And dragging the tails towards me, I found her

The meeting did not meet them, nor bumpy

I gave her what the whole army had.

And I went, and her clothes did not reveal a veil

Nor will he tyrannize me with his rich garments

Poverty does not discourage me from generosity

And what do I need with money, I want to save it?

If I don't spare my offer, don't spare the abundance

I was taken prisoner and my companions were isolated, at the battlefield

Neither is my horse a dowry, nor is his Lord immersed!

But if someone is killed

He has no land to protect him, nor sea!

My friends said: “Flight or death?” ”

I said: They are two things, the best of them is bitter

But I go for what does not shame me,

There are two things that are best for you: families

They say to me: “You sold safety for money.”

I said: By God, what I gained is a loss.

Will death escape from me for an hour?

If captivity and harm are not spared from me?

It is death, so choose what is too high for you to mention.

So the person did not die as long as the remembrance revived

There is no good in repaying retaliation with humiliation

As he replied, one day in his bad “Amr”

They wish to leave my clothes, but

I have clothes red from their blood

And my sword stood among them, its blade slashed

And the butts of a spear broke their breasts

My people will remember me if their grandfather

(And in the darkest night, the full moon is missed)

If I live, then the stab that they know

And that canna, and eggs, and blond camels

And if you die, then the person must be dead

And if the days are long, and the life is long,

And if someone else blocked it, I wouldn't have paid it. They were satisfied with it

And he would not have exaggerated the dust, if he spent the zero

And we are people, do not mediate with us.

Ours is the chest, without the worlds, or the grave

make our souls easy for us

And whoever betrothed to the beautiful woman, the dowry did not cost her

The dearest of the sons of the world, and the highest of the lofty ones,

And more honorable than above the dust, and there is no pride

I advise you to grieve

I advise you to be sad, I do not advise you to flog

Most of the afflicted with violence and refutation

I beseech you to suffice with consolation

About Khair Muftaqid, O Khair Muftaqid

It is the burden, if it is stingy with what it possesses

Including the eyelids, so do not make it easy for anyone

I am like your sadness and anxiety

I have resorted to patience, but I did not find

My being away from you did not make me sad,

It is consolation near and far

I will join you in the shelter if I knock

As your company in bliss and prosperity

I cry for him with tears of my longing,

And rest to patience without duration

And I never justify myself with joy,

And I knew what he received from a coma

And prevent sleep from covering my eyes

Knowing that you are subject to inactivity

O alone, he weeps without help,

May God help you with submission and steadfastness

This remaining prisoner has no redemption

May the soul, the family and the child be sacrificed for you

Either death deters the people of cores

Either death deters the people of Al-Nuha

And he prevents the temptation from temptation!

As for a scientist, he knows time

He goes and becomes short-handed

Via Lahia, safe, and the bathroom

It is fast, close range

pleased with something as if it had passed,

And secure something as if it had come

If you pass by the people of the graves

You are certain that you will be one of them tomorrow

And that the dear, with it, and the humiliated

Whether it is delivered to wear and tear

strangers, they have no companion,

lonely, under the floor

There is no hope other than God's forgiveness

And there is no work other than what has passed

If it is good, you will obtain it.

And if it is evil, then it will be seen

Show me and my people

He showed me and my people, our sects divided us,

And if you gather us in the appropriate assets

So I cut them off from my evening,

And the closest of them is what I hate relatives.

Stranger and my family where my sight has been

lonely and around me from gangs of men

Your brother-in-law is the one whose heart is suitable for affection

And your neighbor is from his pure, not the misfortune

And the greatest enemies of men are her trustworthy ones

And it is easier than his habit to fight

And the evil of your enemy whom you do not fight,

And the best of your boyfriend who does not fit

I have increased my experience with days and people

And I tried until experiments humiliated me

And the sin is nothing but incapacity, which the young man rides.

And what is his fault if the demands are raised by him

And whoever is not the sword is the guarantor of his livelihood

So humiliation from him inevitably has a side

I do not live in a house where there are no companions,

And what is the closeness of a people who do not have a closeness!?

I didn't want to be a friend of Sabbah

I didn't seem to be a friend,

And to sleep when the mixture melts, sideways

And I don't pretend engagements scare me

You told me of parting wailing

But I still hope and fear

Wasik Al-Bin and Al-Qalb are a player

And this is not the first time in love

False suspicion offended my heart

Ali for a quarter of “Amriyah” pause

Longing and tears fill me with a writer

No, father of lovers, I am not in love

If she didn't play with my patience

One of my doctrines is the love of the home for its people

And for people who are fond of doctrines

My equipment to push them away is a proud soul

And a heart on whatever you want from it is a companion

envious of the thing that is shameful

And wicked as the proverbs of the priest, Najib

My reproaches multiplied for what had befallen me

It was as if only the families of the deputies repented

They say: “He did not consider the consequences of his affair.”

Like me, the consequences

Doesn't the pain know that humiliation is built

Likewise, pillage with spears and negativity

I see the fullness of my eyes, so I go through it

For death is before me and defects behind me

And behind the firmness in it and without it

Situations without which the experiences are forgotten

And I know a people if you stutter without it

To abort me by slandering them as gangs

And a grieving person whose heart did not hold the secret

He turned around and raped me while he was agitated

You wear the robe of humiliation when you meet it

Also covered in dust spiders

It is my honor that he still shames me

envious of the matter that is reproached

People's eyes met me until I thought it

You will envy me, among the envious, the planets

I see nothing but a fighting enemy,

And another is better than that for me, the warrior

And they hope to realize the Almighty with their souls

They did not know that Excellencies are talents.

How often do they extinguish the glory, and God is a burner?

How much do they lack in favor, and God is the Grantor

And does a person pay what is reality

Does a person know what he earns?

And does God's justice in creation prevail?

And is God's justice in creation a fugitive?

And does he hope for the matter except his men?

And only the clouds come towards the store!?

And I have the sincerity of striking in every battle

And I don't have to build speculators

If "Saif al-Dawla" was King Kavli

Firmness is not defeated, nor is the adversary victorious

If God does not protect you from what you fear,

Ali to the sword of the Crimean state best

There is no precedent than what you have imagined,

And there is no friend from what you chose

I deny him his benevolence in me, I am

For the unbeliever of my grace, if I did, ajar

Perhaps the rhymes are more sensible than I wanted,

The saying is not rejected nor the excuse exhausted

And my heart never doubted his belief

I don't think there are any faults in my opinion

His remembrance and affliction trouble me,

Attractions attract me with longing

I will voluntarily shed tears if I command it.

And they are disobedient in his whim, prevalent

Do not fear the “Saif al-Dawla” of Crimea

Only you to create from people willing

Do not wear blessings while others are clothed.

And do not accept the world and others are a giver

Nor am I, of all restaurants, a eater.

Nor am I, of all stripes, a mustache

Nor am I satisfied if my earnings are multiplied.

If you are not proud of those gains

Neither is Mr. Al-Qamqam, for me, with Mr

If you take it down from the height of desires

Does he know what we receive? Yes, they know

On the flute, our loved ones and loved ones

Did my brother shed tears, did he taste my brother's hatred?

My brother's father after me, who is patient?

by myself, though I did not consent to a rider

He asks about me whenever a passenger appears

Tear duct sores

Anxiety of longing unsettles him

My brother, may God not make me taste loss like him!

And where does it have an analogy, and where is the approximation?

Kinship exceeded the affection between us,

so it became the lowest of what is suitable

Would that I had carried my burden and his burden,

And my brother is far from the celibate

He who does not find the soul without his lover

It is nothing but a liar who tastes friendliness

came to me, with stirrups, that you were hungry,

And others are hidden from him for God is a duty

And you are not one of those with whom God is angry

And if you take the bad engagements

I am dismayed, except that Azma

You defend me with heartbreak and overcome

And envious neck I was patient to fall

It has a side of me and war has a side

How many are sad like my grief and his family

But I am the only sad observer

And I am not to blame if you cry of my blood

If the flowing tears stop me

If only I wish my hair had stayed up at night

Will you carry me there on the stirrups?