Nizar Qabbani's poetry about love

Nizar Qabbani

Nizar bin Tawfiq al-Qabbani, a contemporary Syrian diplomat and poet, was born on March 21, 1923 from an ancient Damascene family, where he is considered one of the most famous poets of the modern era who emerged and were known for their wonderful poems. He studied law at the Syrian University and graduated from it in 1945.

His father was a person who loved poetry, and he was a well-known merchant in his neighborhood, where he worked in the national movement that played a prominent role in the political life in Syria. Nizar inherited from his father this delicate sense and love for poetry.

Nizar published his first collection of books in 1944, and it was titled “The Brown Woman Said to Me.” He worked in the diplomatic corps, moving between a number of Arab and foreign capitals. Nizar married twice, the first to his cousin's daughter, Zahraa, and he gave birth to Hadbaa and Tawfiq from her, and the second time she was an Iraqi woman called Balqis, and he gave birth to both Omar and Zanaib.

Nizar faced many tragedies in his life, as his son Tawfiq died when he was seventeen years old, as a result of a heart disease. The Iraqi embassy in Beirut had a negative impact, as his life was turned upside down, and he recited it in a poem that he called by its name “Balqis”.

After the death of his wife, Bilqis, Nizar settled in London, where he wrote many bold political poems during the nineties, including “When will they announce the death of the Arabs” and “The Joggers”. He passed away in London in 1998, leaving behind a long legacy of poetry of love, politics and revolution.

Nizar Qabbani's poetry about love

From Nizar Qabbani's poems about love, we have chosen the following for you:

The fiercest love ever

The world blames me if I love him

As if I.. I created love and invented it

It's like I've drawn it on the cheeks of roses

Like I'm the one...

To the bird in the sky you taught it

And in the fields of wheat I have planted it

And in the waters of the sea I have dissolved it

As if.. I am the one

Like the beautiful moon in the sky

I hung it

If the world blames me

I named the one I love.. or mentioned it

Like I'm fancy

And his mother.. and his sister

In terms of what you've been waiting for

Different from everything I've known

Different from everything I've read

And all I heard

If I knew

It's a kind of addiction.. what I'm addicted to

If I knew it was

A door with a lot of wind.. I didn't open it

If I knew it was

A stick of sulfur.. what you lit

This passion..the fiercest love I have ever experienced

I wish when he came to me a conqueror

His hands are mine.. I repeated him

I wish I had before he killed me.. I killed him

This is the passion that I see at night

I see him.. in my dress

And in my perfume.. and in my bracelets

I see it.. drawn on the face of my hand

I see it engraved on my feelings

If you told me that

A child who is very playful and noisy did not enter

And that it will break the glass in my heart when I left it

If you told me that

He'll be on fire in minutes

And turns things around in minutes

It dyes walls red and blue in minutes

I would have fired him

Oh dear who

God satisfied me.. if I loved him

The most wonderful love I've ever had

I wish when he came to me as a visitor

With roses, I surrounded him

I wish when he came to me crying

I opened my doors for him.. and dressed him

N.C contradictions

And between love and love, I love you..

And between one who said goodbye to me..

And one will come.

I search for you here.. and there..

As if the only time is your time..

As if all promises pour into your eyes..

How do I explain this feeling I have

Morning, evening..

And how do you pass the mind, like a dove..

When I am in the presence of the most beautiful women?

And between two promises... and two women...

Between a train that comes and another that goes.

There are five minutes...

I invite you to have a cup of tea before travelling.

There are five minutes...

I will reassure you a bit.

I complain to you about my worries a little..

I took a little time...

There are five minutes...

You change my life a little bit.

What do you call this distraction?

This rupture..

This long, long agony.

how does infidelity become a solution?

How can hypocrisy be beautiful?

And between the words of passion in all languages

There is something said for you..

And poetry.. scholars will associate it with your own era..

And between the time of wine and the time of writing.. there is a time

The sea is full of snaps

And between a drop of ink..

and a drop of ink..

There is time..

We sleep together in it, between breaks..

And between the fall season and the winter season

There is a season that I call the crying season

To be closer than ever to the sky..

And in the moments when all women are alike

All the letters on the typewriter are the same

It becomes sex.

A quick hit on the typewriter

And in the moments when there are no stops..

No love, no hate, no lightning, no thunder, no poetry, no prose,

there is nothing in it..

I travel after you, enter all airports, ask all hotels

About you, it may happen that you are in it...

And in moments of despair, decline, fall, emptiness, emptiness.

And in the moments of suicide of aspirations, and the death of hope

And in moments of contradiction,

When the grains become, and love is against me..

And the poems become against me..

And it becomes - even the breasts that swore allegiance to me on the throne - against me

And in the moments when I hang out on the paths of sadness alone..

I think of you for a few seconds...

My life becomes a rose garden.

And in the few moments...

When poetry surprises me without waiting

And the minutes become pregnant with a thousand explosions

Writing becomes an act of suicide.

You fly like a butterfly between notebooks and two fingers

How can I fight fifty years on two fronts?

How do I scatter my flesh on two continents?

How do I compliment others?

How do I sit with someone else?

How do I sleep with someone else? how..

And you are a traveler in the veins of the hands...

Among beauties of every gender and color.

And among the hundreds of faces that convinced me.. and did not convince me

And between a wound that I search for, and a wound that searches for me...

Thinking of your golden age.

And the era of magnolia, and the era of candles, and the era of incense

And I dream of your era being the greatest of all time

What do you call this feeling?

How do I explain this presence absence, and this absence presence

How can I be here.. and be there?

How do they want me to see them?

And there is no female on earth but you

I love you.. when I am the lover of someone else..

And I drink to you when a woman takes me to dinner

My tongue always gets stuck.

I chanted your name when I called her..

I occupy myself with food...

Study the similarity between the lines of your hands..

And between the lines of her hands.

I feel like I'm playing the clown...

When I focus the silk shawl on her shoulders ..

I feel betrayed by the truth..

When I compare my nostalgia for you, and my nostalgia for her..

So what do you call this?

Duality.. Falling.. Escape.. Abnormality.. Madness..

And how do I have you?

I claim she has...

I will tell you I love you

I will tell you "I love you"..

When all the old love languages ​​end

There is nothing left for the lovers to say.. or do..

Then my mission will begin..

In changing the stones of this world..

And in changing its geometry..

Tree after tree...

Planet after planet...

And poem after poem.

I will tell you "I love you"..

The distance between your eyes and my notebooks narrows.

The air you breathe becomes my lungs.

The hand you place on the car seat becomes...

It's my hand...

I'll say it, when I'm able,

of my childhood, my horses, my soldiers,

And my kitesurfing...

And restore the blue time with you on the beaches of Beirut..

When you were trembling like a fish between my fingers...

I will cover you, when you sleep,

With a sheet of summer stars..

I will tell you "I love you"..

And the ears of wheat until they are ripe.. need you..

And springs to burst...

And civilization to prepare..

Birds learn to fly...

And butterflies until you learn to draw..

And I practice prophecy

need you..

I will tell you "I love you"..

When the boundaries fall completely between you and the poem..

And sleep becomes on the paper of the book

It's not as easy as you think...

out of tunes...

Nor to enter into a dialogue with a body that I do not know how to spell.

word by word..

And bit by bit…

I do not suffer from intellectual complex..

But my nature rejects bodies that do not speak intelligently...

And eyes that don't ask questions.

The condition of lust for me is linked to the condition of poetry

The woman is a poem that I die when I write it.

I will die when I forget her.

I will tell you "I love you"..

When I recover from the schizophrenia that is tearing me apart...

I will come back as one...

I will say it, when the city and the desert reconcile within me.

All tribes will leave the shores of my blood.

Which the sages of the third world dug over my body.

Which I have tried for thirty years...

You distorted my masculinity..

And issued a sentence of eighty lashes.

on charges of femininity…

So. I will not tell you (I love you).. today..

And maybe I won't say it tomorrow.

It takes nine months for the earth to blossom

And the night suffers a lot.. to give birth to its star..

And humanity has been waiting for thousands of years... to see a prophet...

Why don't you wait for a while...

To wake up, my love.

on charges of femininity…

So. I will not tell you (I love you).. today..

And maybe I won't say it tomorrow.

It takes nine months for the earth to blossom

And the night suffers a lot.. to give birth to its star..

And humanity has been waiting for thousands of years... to see a prophet...

Why don't you wait for a while...

To wake up, my love.

Don't sit down for a while

Don't sit down for a while

don't you sit down

The issue is bigger than you..and bigger than me..

As you know..

And what was between you and me?

It was not an inscription on the face of water

But it was a big, big thing.

Such is the sky

How about a moment of weakness?

We want to kill the sky?

Do not you sit for another five minutes?

There is a lot in the heart.

And much sadness.

It is not easy to kill emotions in moments

Throw your love in the trash.

A heritage of love.. poetry.. and sadness..

And bread.. salt.. tobacco.. and memories

It surrounds us on all sides

Please think a little about what you are doing

The issue..

Bigger than you..and bigger than me..

As you know..

But now I feel that cramping is not a cure

What are we in..

And the dove is not the path of certainty

And that little things are between you and me.

You don't die that easily

And feelings don't change like beautiful clothes..

I'm not trying to change your mind..

The decision is yours, of course.

But I feel now that your roots extend in the heart,

North, right...

How can we break the siege of the birds and the sea?

And summer, and jasmine..

How do we decrease by two seconds?

A tape that we have spun for decades.

I'll pour myself a cup.

- And you?

I remembered that you don't drink.

I am not against your leaving.. but..

I think the sky is overcast.

And I fear for you the rain

What harms you if you sit down?

Until the rain stops...

And what's wrong with you?

If you put a little eyeliner on your eyelids...

You cried a lot..

Even though your tears are mixed with kohl, your face is still there

like the moon..

I'm not against you leaving.

but..

I have a suggestion that we read some poetry now.

Maybe a little bit of poetry breaks this boredom..

...you say you don't like my hair!!

I will accept this new challenge..

With all coldness.. and all serenity

I remember..

How much do you love my hair?

And you embrace my letters morning and evening..

And I laugh..

From the whims of women..

May you, madam, be seated

The issue is bigger than you..and bigger than me..

As you know..

Are you still angry?

So forgive me..

Anyway, you are my sweetheart.

I'll suppose I behaved like all men

With some roughness...

And some arrogance..

Is that enough to cut all bridges?

And burn all the trees.

I'm not trying to return the judiciary and restore fate..

But now I feel...

It is difficult to uproot you from the nerve of the heart..

And killing your love is hard..

And loving you is hard

It's hard to hate you...

Killing you is a distant dream.

Don't declare war.

Beautiful girls don't know how to fight...

And don't shoot to the right.

And the north...

In the end...

You can't kill all men.

You can't kill all men.

love without limits

my lady:

You were the most important woman in my history

before the general departs.

You are now.. the most important woman

After being born this year...

You are a woman I do not count in hours and days.

You are a woman..

Made from the fruit of hair..

Dreams gone...

You are a woman.. She used to live in my body

Millions of years ago...

my lady:

Oh spun from cotton and clouds.

Oh rain of rubies...

Oh rivers of Nahund..

Marble forests...

You who swim like fish in the water of the heart..

And dwell in the eyes like a flock of pigeons.

Nothing will change in my love.

in my feelings..

In my heart.. in my faith..

I will remain on the religion of Islam..

my lady:

Never mind the rhythm of time and the names of the years.

You are a woman who remains a woman.. at all times.

I will love you..

As we enter the twenty-first century...

As we enter the twenty-fifth century...

As we enter the twenty-ninth century...

And I will love you..

When the sea water dries up...

Forests are burning...

my lady:

You are the epitome of all poetry.

And the rose of all freedoms.

I just need to spell your name...

So I became the king of poetry..

Pharaoh of words

It is enough for a woman like you to love me..

To get into the history books.

Flags are raised for me.

my lady

Don't panic like a bird during the holidays.

Nothing will change from me.

River of Love will not stop flowing.

The heartbeat will not stop beating.

Partridges will not stop flying.

When love is great..

And beloved by the moon..

This love will not turn

For a bundle of straw consumed by fire...

my lady:

There is nothing that fills my eyes

no lights..

Nor decorations..

No holiday bells.

Nor the Christmas tree.

The street means nothing to me.

The bar means nothing to me.

I don't care about any words

Write on holiday cards.

my lady:

I only remember your voice

When the bells of singles sound.

I only remember your perfume

While I sleep on the grass paper.

I only remember your face..

When he runs over my snow clothes..

I hear the crackling of logs...

What makes me happy, my lady?

To crouch like a frightened sparrow

Among the groves of fringes…

What amazes me, my lady

Give me a pen of ink...

I hug him..

I sleep happily as children...

my lady:

What made me happy in my exile?

I drip hair..

And I drink from the monks' wine

What is my strength..

When I'm a friend

For freedom.. and man...

my lady:

How I wish I loved you in the age of enlightenment..

In the age of photography.

And in the era of pioneers

How I wish I could meet you one day

in Florence.

or Cordoba.

or in Kufa

or in Aleppo.

Or in a house from the lanes of the Levant...

my lady:

How I wish we could travel

Towards a country ruled by the guitar

Where love has no walls

And words without walls

And dreams without walls

my lady:

Don't worry about the future, madam

My nostalgia will remain stronger than it was..

And more violent than ever.

You are a woman who is not repeated.. in the history of roses..

And in the history of poetry..

And in memory of the lily and the basil…

Mistress of the world

Only your love preoccupies me in the coming days

You are my first woman.

My first mom

My first womb

My first passion

my first satiate

My lifeline in the time of the flood...

my lady:

First Lady of Poetry

Bring me your right hand so that I can hide in it.

Bring your left hand..

To settle in.

Say any phrase of love

Until the holidays begin