Poems about distress

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Many people feel upset and sad because of some troubles that have gotten in their way. Since they may lose a loved one, or become ill, and other reasons, we will mention here some expressive poetic verses that express distress.

Poems about distress

The following are the most beautiful poems that talk about the narrowness of the world and how to deal with it.

My chest is tight

My chest tightened and my eyes welled with tears

I will be patient and say that patience will help

I deny the wounds of my heart and the tears are revealed

Every time I wipe away my tears, the tears increase

Oh, you are upset

O distressed heart, may God expand your mind

Your world, Zain, does not deserve hardship

God is able to relieve your distress

God has the authority to govern His creatures

The chest is narrow and the eyelids are closed high

He keeps secrets, sorrows and tears behind him

I sit with my brothers and be alone

I fake smiles while my heart is aching

No, the world is narrow

No, the world has become narrow for you and you have become distorted

God's creation is present in prosperity

Among the Arabs, the voice, and the dress are bored

And worries have spread over you, leaving spots on you

So raise your hands to your Creator and do not perform ablution

I pray that you will become closer to me and I will prostrate myself

A day goes by

A day goes by and every day that passes I feel sad

My evening became distressed and became distressed

They said relief comes after patience. I said, patience is a hidden worry

They said loyalty is by nature loyal, I said all time is treacherous

Oh my chest, which rises and falls from distress

It is enough to conquer the miserable with your distress and smile

Give me joy that has escaped the scarcity of time

I promise you, I promise you, and I swear an oath

To give you a man from whom I can stop whatever he removes

If the ranks of God's creation were divided, they would not be divided

Tsolv me from the narrow

Please excuse me from the distress while I am full of pain and sorrow

From wherever I look, I see my distress

You excuse me from distress while I am a target of deprivation

Your intruder, not the intruder of the wound, do not reveal my suffering

Your intruder, do not encourage me to gossip and break my secret

I'm tired of the silence that used to haunt me

God knows, there is not an inch in me that makes me laugh with joy and sadness

And if I come to laugh at you, I will come to you laughing with my tears

My life is poetry, a poet, and my audience is the remains of a human being

My critics are harsh and do not understand my writings

I look at the people around me, someone is laughing, someone is happy

It is difficult for me to laugh and keep them company with my laughter

I couldn't deceive myself with joy that had no colors

And my sadness, which failed me, seemed to mark my endings

My path is difficult, my wounds are many, and my inner being is weak

Father, if only one day I would try to gather myself together

I am a story that was scattered and scattered in the time of Juan

I learned to lose my smile and manage to bite my lip

I write to you in bold letters and the artist’s brush

I am the loser, my signature, and I am the loser, my fingerprints

I complete you about distress, I complete you about sorrows

Make sure that if he finishes, you will shout and demand silence

I passed by chance on the street of sorrows

I passed by chance on the street of sorrows

I found a dream lost in steps and meanings

He was searching through the remains of time

About the pulse stole before the eyes

It brings back memories of the world of Ashgan

He turns pages forgotten

Moments springing from the well of deprivation

To drown the heart with despair and humiliation

The human pulse greets feelings of sorrow

Greetings to the night of sorrow, bringing tears to the eyes

Distress in this world must bring relief

Distress in this world must bring relief

So open the palms of hope and truth with a thousand hopes

I know that you are fascinated and tested

With your ease and embarrassment

And everyone goes, whether sad or happy

So if something is difficult, do not be disturbed

And do not spend the rest of the days spent

For time tends toward crookedness

Show simplicity in all matters, even if

You are distressed, so say, O crisis, relieve me

And give thanks for every situation you are in

Of wisdom, there has been no matter coming to you

And be patient and patient with God’s rulings

Be weary and beware of the depths of this world

Release the soul from the prison of worries

Your heart sinks, oh, from the depths

Perhaps an increase emerged from a decrease

And a bastard squatted at the top of the stairs

If the darkness of the night increases, then it is for him

A light more prepared than the moons and lamps

And the opposite for the opposite is made and eliminated

The past and the coming are not mixed

O state of imperfection, perfection is far from me

And the whiff of musk within the sticky blood

Everything has its own time

Do not be cheerful about issues

And the judgment of your Lord, so be patient in His presence

His argument is superior to other arguments

And raise your whispers that lead to me

Exhaust yourself and leave the life of savages

And remember your God in secret and in public

Tomorrow you will be saved from the flames of fire and glare

And with prayers, may peace and blessings be upon you

Taha, our Messenger, has a clear approach

And all of his family, companions, and followers

With goodness, there is no pleasant scent that blows

Various verses about tribulation

• It is the world that tells whoever is in it

Beware, beware of my brutality and murder

Do not be deceived by my good smile

My words are funny and my actions make me cry

• How amazing I am at man's negligence

Cutting off life is humiliation and humiliation

I thought about the world and it was a home

I have some houses like Rukban

The course of all creation is one in it

Many and few are the same

I want a lot for a multiplied lot

Even if I limit myself to a few, it is enough for me

God has the best heirs as if I were

In particular, I am satisfied with my place

Anxiety prepares me for home

Motivated by my dignity

He is acquitted even if he spreads the earth

He fulfilled his thirst for abandoning me

• Get whatever you want if you want

No, you only give and take away

And know that you are unaware

In the heedless while you ask

The problems are many

It is more correct to stop when in doubt

He wants to be polite in matters

All of them are polite

• O exhausting gatherer, while eternity looks at him

Thinking about which door to close

I collected money, so tell me, did you collect it?

O heedless heart, days will separate it

• I swear I am in trouble

Is there a guide to the way?

Oops, the world played tricks on me

The wave manipulates the drowning person

• I looked at the world with sick eyes

An arrogant idea and an ignorant plan

So I said, “It is the world that there is no other like.”

And I competed with her in false arrogance

You have spent a long time before me

With the pleasures of days, say: They have become few

• I asked for you, O world, but you were excused for the request

And I experienced nothing but worry, grief, and sadness

I hastened into my sin and did not fulfill my sorrow

Because of my sin, I fled from you if escape was of any use

I have never seen a fortune like contentment for its family

And a person should carry what he lived in demand

• He who accompanies the world is like a clutcher

On the water, the fingertips betrayed him

• A wind blowing to people

Then she quickly fell silent

And so is eternity in its phases

One foot slipped and the other stood still

And the same days are among her customs

It is a corruption that cannot be fixed

• Do not be anxious about the world and those in it

And I grieve for the good he did not gain in it

• And remember great sins that you have committed

I forgot how many there are, and God can count them

• Call the master of the house who has money

He collected the world carefully as he did

• He was in a house other than his own

I filled it with semen until it moved

• They gathered and did not eat what they collected

They built their dwellings, but they did not live there

As if they were afraid of it

They did not rest for an hour and became distressed

• How many ministers and princes there are on earth

The insignificant person is an inactive, despicable slave

If you contemplated people's graves in a short day

You did not distinguish between them and did not know the rich from the poor

• Eternity and days are only as you see

Raziya money or separation from a lover

And if someone has experienced time, he will not be afraid

His daily fluctuations without any doubt

• It is death that cannot be saved from death

I am afraid that after death it will be worse and more horrific

• If the men increase her children

She made her conditions get used to her

She was disturbed by her large limbs

They are crops whose harvest is approaching

• And Salem is not generally safe

Although his guards and processions were many

And who has a strong and barred door?

Soon, the door leaves its visor

It becomes narrow in a corner of the earth

His soldiers and convoys leave him

There was nothing but death until they dispersed

To others, his guards and battalions

Everyone became pleased with him

And his loved ones and his beloved ones greeted him

By yourself, make her happiness hard

Every person is dependent on what he earns

• You supply yourself with the world, for you will not remain

And take its clearing when it clears and leave the slippery slope

And do not be secure in eternity, for I have secured it

There was no vinegar left for me and no right was provided for me

I killed the sandals of the kings, but I was not called

An enemy and I did not neglect his character, I thought

The king's palace was emptied of every craftsman

It displaced them to the west and tore them apart to the east

When I reached the star, he became proud and exalted

The slaves of all creation became slaves for me

The response shot me down and suppressed my redness

So here I am in my hole, alone, thrown

So I corrupted my world and my religion out of ignorance

So why is it that I am most miserable when he dies?

• Where are the kings and the sons of kings and who?

He led the armies. Oh, what a miserable thing they have done

They stayed in the mountains guarding them

Men were defeated, but little was of no use to them

So they descended after might from their strongholds

And dwell in a hole, how miserable they have descended

A screamer called out to them after they had been buried

Where are the beds, crowns and crowns?

Where are the faces that were smooth?

Without it, the curtains and the partridges will be struck

The grave revealed their information when he asked them

Those faces with worms on them move

It has been a long time since they ate and drank

After eating well, they had eaten

Their eyes ran over their cheeks

I saw them what there live man