Nidal Hajj's poetry

Let us review some of Nidal Al-Hajj's poems:

Come on.. the rain nymph!!

Nidal Hassan Hajj

God's choice.. It did not remove the rain of goodness, nor did it pour out of pain

Darkness did not block your senses, nor did the wind of speech blow

The place where the fever flares up, and the place of the tricks of patience is what grows

Where the poem begins with revelation, it will be the bit of the poem

Months and the dead soul is consistent with the thought of death

And the pain of the sea is silent, with no tongue, no voice

Tell them, and your wedding is lying in riches and hidden

Nor is my richness to you

Nor is my consolation in your death

Your news means that you have returned for two years, and you will not forget to join in the skat

Ashan Trja how many professor after Katbno Alfatak

Your news of your color flowed on the pain of wailing coffin

Your news is no tongue, no voice

Lost mawwal

Your footsteps did not rest, sorrows did not dry up, nor did Jana pat your shoulder, not Jack

Your news is awake at the end of the night, and the money of the night does not make you happy

And Malo was the rest of the universe gravy from Fajto and Fajak

Your news is disturbing about and the hours of space Alfieqa

And your news of my distress is not in front of you, as if the world came to you, and you were complaining and being upset

Your news is silent, not Btnuhi, not Btbuhi

You don't inspire, you don't joke

What's wrong with you and they know how your stigma made you feel like a hijab, and people say you're elegant

And the shirt of the soul and the horses of their worries, this is where I will drive?

That's it, I extend the call to prayer

Salvation, the heart is full of sorrows

I will rise because the children of the rich died hungry and satiated with beer and humiliation

I go to sleep so that the moon comes, and to cover the days, it has gone astray

I will go to sleep, may the poem come, and may the hunger, the hardship of my years, find weariness

Go ahead and stretch out the hand of tenderness and say to me, This dryness has the keys to our saying, Here is food

Neither tired nor bored

Neither passed nor said

Not between the houses

Neither did Ben NASA come up

Nor, despite the wailing, did it come

Neither she was circumcised nor she was removed

Nor is the joy of your whim

Not a tear of your misfortune was asked

And still is

Manchurian grief against the Nile

Race in the daytime people to cover up the night's famines

The pain of these mountains and your hope returned for two periods and lost tricks

It's expensive to give you Marwa, tell how much you're hungry

Here you go into your grief

Do not expect rain to descend before the sea reaches your permission

You are not destined for your bitter riches, nor can you bear the pain that weighs you down

And do not make your ear angry

Come on Mermaid

I will guide you to the world and stop you

Honesty, loathing, and danger

The stomachs of the nation in Batra

God bless you, people's hearts on the right religion instinct

I rise and give good tidings to the dead

The ululation of pain is stalked, and the intercessor of your happiness is dead

Harem Shadr Al-Haraz, Rajan Al-Khareef, with a gentle laugh

Wrangk

Before you passed away, people used to die of love in your palate

Hadeel, the women of the city of the soul, with the wife of Aziz Jank

With your consolation that you are my gravy of happiness, sacrificed and grafted the pain of the homeland from you

You were born after bereavement and fear

What are your circumstances?

Stop the case of time, Gretty Beck, the pocket of emptiness, Masrov

Shake your destiny and your satisfaction, I mean, ashan Asak is well known

My mask of hearing and the pulse of nostalgia and the hollow?

Ha Malik and money daughters tear and pain hollow disease

And the owner and the money of creatures lying in the robes of blind blindness

What is your money and your nostalgia?

What before Shhdna Alqmarh Talaa of it and what my daughter

If only we had laughed for a moment of pain, it would not have been my daughter

If joy had lived through our pain, there would not have been my silence in our hearts

O nymph rain doom when you answer

Your news is focused on Ramadan, and this shadow is all above your hand

Your news is not a pain that shakes you, nor does your time feel good

Nor did the eyeliner blind your eyes, nor did your mirrors break

Nor Shafaulk Raduk and all the world Btrdk

Come on Mermaid!!