Poems Hamad Al-Baridi

Hamad bin Abdullah Al-Baridi is a Qatari poet. He is one of the distinguished poets. He is distinguished by his feeling and poetry, and his description is deep and modern in his vocabulary. He has many poems, I will put some of them here.

For God's sake, O memory of love, what has passed will be forgotten

I folded it like a ship folds its sail

Tomorrow there will be tears from your heels, with my eyes blurred and gone

After the mail papers were gone and the courier left

It reminds me of the places in you and I miss you, tired and brotherly

For the hoarseness of your speech and your laughter, O Master of my pains

I don't remember the day I called you, and your response was a relief to me

You meet me if you are upset and wrap yourself in my arms

Take advantage of me and take me as a guarantor to convey what is narrated

Speak, O after all the Arabs, and please my ears

If your love afflicts my soul, welcome to love and calamity

I'm hungry to see your eyes, but you can't satisfy me

Your father, I adore you, I miss you, and I am jealous with passion and love

Stations of love, and every encounter shook my ribs

Your absence makes me blind, every time I fall in love with you

Your words and vocabulary affected me and my character

It is forbidden for him that I wanted to die, just roasting

After I became sad, I put my situation in order

They say tears are weaker, but I say goodbyes are stronger

He looked for me with my eyes and only came to say goodbye!!

The story is lost and my tongue is twisted from the ropes of oppression

I am in a dream and I do not know, O fearful and conscious heart

If an illness comes after you, protect the stigma and iron it out

There are wounds from your side, O Waleed, and they have no shepherd

My lifelong companion, and my wounds are deep and there is no healing

Do you want to convince me of your circumstances or don't try to convince me?

I am not saying that life without your connection would be worthless

I say that life is big, there is no need for its mother..

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I saw you after he was gone.. and I tried to emulate you

He is feared neither by my heart nor by his boldness!!

I wanted to tell so-and-so and I wanted to talk to you

And I heard my name with a turn

I woke up and said to Beck

And Roya preferred you.. in my dreams and came

I clapped my hand and said, “Oh, a dream that roasts you.”

You renewed my wound with ease in its sleep

Oh, you who bought the distance.. your way is not gone

Even if the distance.. is equal to it

My sadness is terrifying.. for something in you

Except that my heart sees its riches in you!!

Be the birds saying how precious you are

And I say, he is gone.. and all that remains are his fruits

If no worries come to me, it will come to you

The praying person had not memorized his prayer

I passed your street..and I met your brother

And the one who cut my liver...your solution is his

I wanted to be disturbed by his propaganda, and I pray to you

And your name stands between the tongue and its tongue!!

I wanted to come back to Eid and say: It pleases you

The one I prayed to... lost his wishes

The distance is gray, throbbing, and dead in you!!

And when he took a step, he stumbled on his cane

My problem: My heart loves you and cherishes you

Your problem is that you are a person living his life

Too much drought..fire..and its firewood will boil you

Save the firewood...don't increase the fire of gloating

What saddens you is a wound, hope that it will supplicate you

There is no longer any difference between his life and his death

My whole heart and my life are in your hands

Life is sacrificed.. but this is the heart!!

If you do not want to return my heart, I will not advise you

He expressed his condolences to Dret on his death

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Between provoking wounds and stubborn souls

And between the hassafah is the day of the rebellions of relatives

Between the torment and the tears of a prisoner

The dungeon of this world imprisons him and he does not repent

I take my mind back and forth and feel anxious

And turn the leaves over and open the doors

Follow a well-thought-out plan and tactic

I don't care about winning votes and admiration

Oh, my thought, you have the opposite feeling

Oh, your grapes, how long will you be a slave?

Oh my heart, whose concern is shielded from us

I don't want you to lose your strength in foreigners

There is no doubt that your father will be a nightmare for me

In an era of poetry, he stole and plundered

As long as you are high, there is a law upon you

Be patient and you will be counted

Find out whether plants are weevils

Those who add to the story are false and false

I see that Art Ross has flourished

It's time to harvest and it's time to cut throats

A friend and traitor became a spy for Aday

And the owner of such and such a secret revelation without any reason

Oh Lord, why am I in your company?

With your mercy, you have mercy on the right and wrong ones

Don't go crazy in the night, give me the cup

But it reminds me of my loved ones' dates

Sound bricks and pull them in reverse

Whoever thinks about it, obsessions overwhelm him

And I love him, Nahal Al-Qadd (obsessed)

His love tortures me, my core of torture

Mostly, America hates the Russians

I miss him as much as the West fears (terrorism)

Even if love is something real and tangible

I have never seen a lover complain about worries and fatigue

But as long as there is something, the heart feels it

The truth remains hidden and veiled

Oh, cut my liver into a piece of skin with a razor

No, the actions of the Rajael became annoying

He who saves money for his time does not win

The winner is the one who spares his time (friends)