Nabati poetry about love

Here I will put some Nabataean love poems for you

I wrote poetry from my heart and wrote it on pages bleeding with bloody ink

I wrote it and poetry since the day I called him. It enveloped me and the meaning of the qāf fell before me

And I am one of its best, pure and purified, and distinguished the letters with melody and melodies

Its attraction, its reduction, its highness, its arrangement, and its sin are in the Qur’an

And when poetry is not equal, I made it perfect, and in my hair all my dreams came true

God gave me his reins and then I followed him. He obeyed me and did not reject my rulings

Is it not possible for the Arabs to have their sacrifice and distinguish Reem Al-Aryam from others?

I have not seen anyone like him, nor have I seen him as perfect, and the perfect is God, the Lord of the Names

O you who are in the valley of the dead, I have revived them. Kind-hearted with good manners

And all the good deeds are given to you by others. It is forbidden to leave them, so that my sins may not befall you

I wrote the line for you, Safi, and meant it. Your grandfather, you noble descendant of people

I wrote it, and whoever calls me longing for his home, and I have no one but you to relieve my pain

If it were not for you, I would not have come to the door of love nor ventured into its overflowing sea

Nor did I record my pulse with it and sing it to the melodies of my thirsty, fond heart

The world is yours, I challenge it, and its limits and days do not concern me

This poetry is in its letter and in its verse. I wrote it from the meanings of your sublime personality

And the palm of your poetry is full of love for its duration. You prefer to taste the taste of love and my desires

Because you became his reasons, you called him, and this is the heart’s reaction that hurts me.

Whoever says love has passed its time——doesn’t know that people are not equal to me

It is true that some people betray their trust, but some of them do not intend to betray me

Love has its place in human hearts—some protect it and others do not

Whoever preserves it, cherishes his being - he will taste a thousand shapes and colors

He lives in it and drinks from its tenderness--and does not think of my evil deeds

And the one who did not protect him has become frustrated and humiliated - he says he is gone before his generation will come to me

He doesn't hear anything about it, night of condemnation - he thinks of it as routine or artistic

He doesn't know that love is so great——mixed with human and emotional souls

Love is more than just water--what are the words of admiration for a lemony person?

Love twists the heart like bamboo--and tilts it toward the side of the tempted lover

Love is wrathful against you, and it is unleashed—what waits for your senses to grant me permission

But humans are ungrateful and cursed—and if something bad happens to you, they will gloat at me

Love does not have a sin to be killed for - some people do not have mercy on me for love

As for some...for them love is a religion--and their loved ones make me dwell in their hearts

This is my answer... I am looking for an explanation - all human beings are equal to love