Parting and farewell poems

Parting and farewell

Separation is a separation between two people or two things from each other without return, and it is the negative feelings that a person feels at the time of farewell, separation and separation. On their hearts among them: Jamil bin Muammar, the poet Al-Malik Al-Amjad, Qasim Haddad, Amara Al-Yamani, and Abu Firas Al-Hamdani, and in this article we will present to you the most important poems of separation and farewell.

I seek refuge in you with the Merciful

Jamil bin Muammar is a poet from the Umayyad era. He was born in the seventh century. He was eloquent and seasoned. He was named Jamil Buthaina. Because of his intense love for her, he died in Egypt in 701. One of his most wonderful and beautiful poems is about parting when they married his beloved to another person:

Do not call a carer from Buthaina to graze

We deposited on the nuclei and deposited

They urged the passengers to gather and approach

The beauty and grace of a majesty that has not been lost

I seek refuge in the Most Merciful from a miserable life

And to covet one day to the uncoveted

If the son of the cursed descends his candidacy

You must die after that or be called

bored and not bored and was not weary

For the beauty of Saada, I don't insult Geagea

I only see Buthaina here

We have after the summer and the square

The pain of separation denied the repose and turned away

A poem by the poet al-Malik al-Amjad from the Ayyubid state. He lived in Damascus and was killed by a person from his kingdom when he defrauded him and got out of his prison and buried him in his father’s soil.

The pain of separation denied the recumbent and alienated

So my eyelid is not suitable for dryness

A body that melts from nostalgia and an eyeball

The rule of distancing and its reward is that you stay up late

O house, I seek the soul of his level

It was as if I was waiting for more musk

It was as if I had inhaled his fragrance

I deposited swarms of gills amber

Seriously the train enriched your quarters and bent

Where the clouds are like my tears raining

And as for tears whenever we insulted him

The signs of his west prevailed, so he descended

I defer your soil to be seen

a day without masking them

And I thanked the spectrum for what visited me

After calming down and his right to be thanked

Prisoners to me and I have been dissolved by passion

If it weren't for the whining, they would have stumbled

And it is a disaster that my tears are right

The guarded secret has become expressive

And his money in the presence of his tears

Painful what he meets in it and news

The lightning did not flash faith on the surface

Don't miss his covenant and remember

And if he throws after the mixture with his end

Going home, he saw the fever, so they crossed over

He likes the breeze at night, I want him

The gift was fragrant with fragrant aromas

applies to pillow anxiety and whenever

Mentioned loved ones and young people regret

It was in good times its blowing

How do you breathe a good news

O hot, if only he could manage a stalk day

My heart is to be patient with them so that you will be patient

They thought if it was resolved, who might have obtained it

With the rock after their intentions to break

For God, how many tracks he found there

For pouring sharp-edged hour bull

He looked home and disguised its goodness

A quarter of Ghuwair disguised himself

And his conditions changed after the cores

And a person's condition is short to change

A thing by which time was known and everything

It may be pleased or worse than it is repeated

And they are saddened by love, you think of them

After sleeplessness, it was as if they had taken an intoxicant

From every spoiled decision

Above the mount, you see it shaggy and dusty

He throws out the symptoms of every tanufah

If an unknown person visited the cat, he would be puzzled

They were assigned to deer, sarim, and a sump

It prevented hatred and reflection

So the antelopes like it

It has a coating that exposes the penis in a frame

And he remains in Arasathn as an interlocutor

An antelope turns over and then turns a limb

He is satisfied with the intransigence of time and its rule

From him, including granting passion and facilitation

From his hair and his forehead I see

At night I go astray with it, and in the morning I am clear

What was my thought after the length of his loyalty

And he is worthy of his example to be abandoned

Samir, the star, became bewildered

And Al-Iss will cut me to the wasteland

The evidence is afraid of it, so it does not help him

Under the dunnah to fear and warn

On a mission, the mount breaks through

So you see it obliterated, Azura

Take and chant from the gram above it

My hair is swept away in crisis and wilderness

Poetry if the thought is difficult difficult

He made control for me, so I said a choice

What harmed him when others came forward

In the early ages and came recently

I put the pearl contracts of it for my mind

So I began to collect this essence from him

I am still chosen for him

He is still free without the loan

He is gifted with grace and sweetness

In it and all the hunting in the hollow of the fur

Our letters

Qasim Haddad is a contemporary poet, born in Bahrain in 1948 AD. He assumed the editor-in-chief of Kalimat magazine, which was published in 1987 AD. He is a founding member of the Awal Theater Group. He has many collections and poems, including this poem about parting:

Because our letters are fire

Because all those who stood and those who walked

And who were killed in the eye of the sun

They felt the pulse of a flood and a hurricane

Because our green and red letters are filled with revolution

So it comes out in the blood of the infiltrated and the source

Dying our path is a revolution

Because our letters are rock

knock on the door

You ask for the building of the Yemeni, the spring of the earth, the sun and the flower

And the word of a liar is killed by a rock

Because our letters, oh man, refuse to humiliate those who lost

And who turned around

At the gate of the world

So they entered and walked

My companions in the path of the sun

My beloved neighbors

Because our letters are fire

It will burn in our fingers

And eat from our shoulders

Until the shame ends

Because all those who cried and those who revolted

And those who carried the slogan of love for man

They felt human waste

They were not disappointed and collapsed

We will always love crafts

We will remain tireless fiddle

If their poems died

And if they die

Our letters remain fire

It is forbidden for my heart to see while it is still

Amarah al-Yamani is Najm al-Din, a Yemeni writer and poet who lived in the sixth century AH and authored several books, including The Land of Yemen and Its History.

It is forbidden for my heart to see while it is still

Lunch they said Zaan about you Zaan

A boy that loses sight of the virtues of his face

When he loses his benevolence and benevolence

A boy who is equal to him and his loyalty and steadfastness

Phenomena of his morals and intrinsic

Peace be upon him where his passengers settled

The province lost the covenant traitor

Samanoud was relieved by his passengers

Fazz her humiliated nose and Mazen

All corruption on the authority of Samanoud is gone

And every Salah in Samanoud is a resident

I want wanted by today afraid

And more available today safe

Zaa boy in peace is not a copy

And if the day of vengeance is near, then it is stabbed

You gave him affection and praise

She mind me, jealous and observant

And I though I was a miser to make it

And you are her zen and others are outrageous

Your promise is mortgaged, so he turned towards his jaw

The honorable dates are hostages

And you are not excused for making a need

It has a guarantor of success from you and a guarantor

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

Abu Firas al-Hamdani is al-Harith bin Saeed, a poet from the Abbasid era and a military commander. He was born in Iraq and died in a battle in Syria against the Romans. He has many poems and poems that he did not collect, but Ibn Khalawiya collected them later. One of his most beautiful poems about parting is the following poem:

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

Most of the afflicted with violence and refutation

I order you to suffice with consolation

about good missing oh good missed

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 with tears of my longing for him

And rest to patience without duration

I never make myself happy

And I knew what he received from a longing

And prevent sleep from covering my eyes

Knowing that you are subject to inactivity

Oh single, he is crying, he has no one to help him

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