Poems by Nizar Qabbani Ghazal

Your face is like the beginning of a poem

Nizar Qabbani says in his poem Your Face is like the beginning of the poem:

Your face is like the beginning of a poem

pull me

pull me

Like a sail

By night to the shores of rhythm

It opens up a horizon for me

And a moment of creativity

Your face is an amazing face

And a watercolor

And one of the most beautiful trips

between myrtle and mint

your face

This open book is beautiful

When I see him in the morning

He carries me coffee in his smile

And apple blush

Your face beckons me

To the last poetry that I know

And the last talk

And the last damask rose, which I love

And the last bathroom

Your face, madam

A sea of ​​new symbols and questions

Shall I return safely?

And the wind provokes me

And the wave provokes me

And love provokes me

And my journey is far away

Your face, madam

Wonderful message

I wrote

Not yet up to the sky

In red only

everywhere in the notebook

Your name is written in red

Your love is a demon's disciple

Holds a red pen

Draw gold fish

Sugar cane women

Red Indians and Katara

Thousands of soldiers move

Draws a mill and a horse

Draws a peacock strutting

A woman paints a nude

And she has breasts of alabaster

Draws a bird from the fire

Feathers are on fire and do not warn

Fishing boats and birds

and sunset pink apron

Painted with roses and rubies

And leaves a wound in the notebook

Your love is a crazy painter

It is only painted in red

And scribbles on the wall of the sun

He does not relax or get bored

And he portrays Antara Al-Absi

It depicts the throne of Alexander

What are all the Caesars of the world

As long as you are with me, I am the Caesar

I love you so much

I love you so much

And I know that the road to the impossible is long

And I know that you are six women

And I have no alternative

And I know that the time of the beloved is over

And the beautiful words died

I'm not women what to say

I love you very much

I love you so much and I know that I live in exile

And you are in exile and between you and me

Wind, lightning, cloud, thunder, snow and fire

And I know that reaching you is suicide

I am happy

To tear myself for you, my dear

Even if they chose me, I would repeat your love for the second time

You who spun your shirt from tree leaves

None of you patiently protected you from raindrops

I love you very much and I know that I travel in the sea of ​​your eyes without certainty

And I leave my mind behind my mind and run after my madness

Any woman holding a heart in her hands

I asked God not to leave me

do not leave me

What would I be if you weren't

I love you

I love you very, very, very much, and I refuse to resign from the fire of your love

Can the orphan love to resign

And I don't care if I get out of love alive

And I don't care if I come out dead

I love you I love you and this is my signature

Do you have any doubt that you are the sweetest woman in the world?

The most important woman in the world

Do you have any doubt that when I found you

I own the keys to the world

Do you have any doubt that when I touched your hands

Change the configuration of the world

Do you have doubt that your entry into my heart

It is the greatest day in history

And the most beautiful news in the world

Do you have any doubt about who you are

You who occupies parts of time with her eyes

Oh woman, you break the sound barrier when you pass

I don't know what is happening to me

As if you are my first female

As if I loved before you

As if I had not made love, nor kissed, nor accepted

My birth is you and before you, I do not remember that I was

And my cover is you and before your tenderness I don't remember that I lived

Like I'm a queen

From your stomach like a bird I emerged

Do you have doubts that you are part of me?

And that from your eyes I stole the fire

And I made my most dangerous revolution

O rose, ruby ​​​​and basil

And the Sultana

and popular

And legitimacy among all queens

O fish swimming in the water of my life

O moon that rises every evening from the window of words

Oh the greatest conquest of all my conquests

Oh, the last country I was born in

And buried in it

And publish my writings

Oh surprised woman, my woman

I don't know how the waves threw me at your feet

I don't know how you walked to me

And how I walked to you

You who flock all the birds of the sea

To settle in your breasts

How lucky I was to find you

Hey woman getting into hair makeup

Warm you are like the sand of the sea

You are wonderful as a night of fate

From the day I knocked on the door, life began

How beautiful my hair has become

When you educate in your hands

How rich and powerful you have become

When God gave you to me

Do you have any doubt that you are a socket from my eyes?

Your hands are a light continuation of mine

do you have doubts

That your words come out of my lips

do you have doubts

I am in you and you are in me

O fire engulfing my being

O fruit filling my branches

Oh, a body that cuts like a sword

And it hits like a volcano

O breasts fragrant like fields of tobacco

And he gallops towards me like a horse

tell me

How will I save myself from the flood waves?

tell me

What do I do about you I'm addicted

Tell me what is the solution for my passions

I've reached the limits of delirium

Oh, Greek nose

And Spanish hair

O woman, do not repeat in thousands of times

A woman dancing barefoot with an arterial entrance

Where did you come from and how did you come about

and how you stormed my heart

Oh one of the blessings of God upon me

A cloud of love and tenderness

Oh, the most precious pearl in my hand

Oh how God has given me

The first kiss

Two years have passed, my future

And her perfume is still running on my lips

As if her sweetness has not gone now

Its fragrance still fills my cell

If your hair was in the palm of a whirlwind

As if your hole Ahtabi and my hearth

Say, have I emptied Hell into my mouth?

It is fancy that you are my holocaust

When you cross our gaps with warmth

I glimpsed in her lips the spectrum of my tomb

Stories tell that gaps are a sin

red that you loved my disobedience

People claim that the gaps are her playground

So what has devoured my bone and my veins

oh ok your first kiss oozes out

Shaza my mountains and my forests and my valleys

And oh wine gap boy if

I mentioned it flooded my throat

What on my lower lip left and did

I printed it in my inflamed mouth or my lungs

I have nothing left of you but a thread of smell

He invites you to go back to the den, madam

You may be

You may be

One of the most beautiful women

warm

Like coals in winter stoves

brutality

Like a cat meowing in the open

Forbidden command

Like God in heaven

You may be

African brunette eyes

stubborn

Like a free mare

violent

Like fire, like an earthquake, like madness

You may be

Absolutely beautiful

Whipping nerves of the imagination

And you master the fun in the destinies of men

You may lie in front of me

naked

Like a sword in the dark

Melissa as an ostrich feather

Your bosom is a white pony

Being

without saddle or bridle

May you stay here

years and some years

Your destructive beauty does not interest me

as if

There is no woman in front of me

You may be

Sultana of time and ages

And being an idiot feels complicated

You may say

Whatever you want about my cowardice and my arrogance

And that I and I

I cannot love like eunuchs in palaces

You may threaten me

You may rejoice

You may rebel

but me

Despite the tears of wax and silk

And the harem knot in my conscience

I do not accept falsification of my feelings

You may be

As transparent as a teardrop

delicate as a star

deep as a forest

But I feel depressed

Sex in my opinion

Harmony Tale

Like sculpture, like painting, like writing

And your pure body is like cream and marble

Writing is not good.

slander

Are you who my love quoted

The blue of the birds is our news

Their red beaks knock our nets

Our bed is drowned out by chirps

Who told the bees about our home

So he came to share our house with us

Light decorates our walls

We cut our story to bed

Will expose us, my beloved aroma

The good man knew our appointment

We cut our story to bed

Farah chasing our tracks

Will expose us, my beloved aroma

The good man knew our appointment