And if I disobeyed tears in
Al-Abbas bin Al-Ahnaf says:
- And if tears disobeyed me
- One of the engagement figures
I did it by remembering
- What was the abandonment of the beloved
O you who deserted villages
- The heart is oppressed and depressing
He took the passion out of his body
- And his heart fulfilled his share
Tears called by passion Vojbh
Al-Abbas bin Al-Ahnaf says:
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- Various camels running on my cheek
The eyelids fail to hold its water
- So you show what I hide and you hide what I show
I die if I go too far, and I live if I go too far
Qais bin Al-Mulouh says:
- I die if it goes too far, and I live if it goes too far
- And my sorrows send youth and its breeze
For Layla's sake, the eyes are filled with tears
- And she harbors many worries for herself
as if the tampon was stuck under it
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I will not bring my tears, clouds
Ibn Khafajah says:
- Don't I record my tears, clouds
- And slander me with your grudges, pigeons
I paid her sixty years
- And she called me behind me, is it in front of me?
And I was and from my milk to Benny
- There and from my madam nurses
Morning comes to us sadly
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Al-Basham used to be the place where people passed
- So what did Al-Basham do after us?
Oh, the crack of youth, but a meeting
- It is afflicted by the desperation of the mothers
And you shadow of youth, and you used to dew
- Peace be upon the fulfillment of your release
On the tears of my eyes from your separation, a beholder
Bulbul Al-Gharam Al-Hajri says:
- I see tears in my parting from you
- it is thinned if the quarries do not thin it
I ransomed you with a quarter of your patience, after you study
- That the house of longing Amer
You represent the intense longing of my gaze
- So knock in reverence as if you were present
And I fold my sides in the heat of love
- And I show that I am patient and patient with you
I am amazed at an uncle who always worships fire
- He was not burned with it while he is an unbeliever
And the most amazing thing is that your side is a warning
- He believes in his verses and he is a magician
O my people, my blood has spilled passion
- Is the murderer of the eyes the son of a rebel?
And since they told me that a branch is strong
- I realized that the heart is from me as a bird
It pleases my eyes when its brook overflows
- If those trellises fall down like the night
And that cheek did not turn green at all, but
- For the many bitterness he suffered
Oh leaving the lover tearful
The Egyptian poet Ibn Nabata says:
- Oh leaving the lover with tears
- Sadness had occurred to him releasing it
And the offspring of my tears behind
- The hands of the cores did not break their charter
If the papers are nostalgic, my nostalgia towards you
- Regrettably, she tore her collars
And if you become dictated on the branches of what
- In my liver I would burn its leaves
I cry for the good manners and manners
The Egyptian poet Ibn Nabata says:
- I cry for the good manners and manners
- Rawd also cried towards the waterlogged viewer
Verbal delicacy cries in her hypocrisy
- O branch, hear the weeping of the leaves in the leaves
And I will not fulfill you, Abd al-Rahim, though
- The eye cried for you after the water with the leech
My tear ovaries are still calling for my blood
- Until the shadows of Hassan cried with twilight
And a groove above my cheek to cry knocks
- Until I narrated the hadeeth of sadness by means of methods
O inhabitant of the grave, pleased with the abode
- Rest in peace, I am always insomniac
And if exposed at night, a spectrum of Cree
- So don't tear me apart and make me slay
Wydad corrected my heart and sorrow, so why?
- I make you cry with the sea, I don't make you cry with spoon
Son, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been tortured and cried
- And I don't forget to make it easy or insomnia
To make tears and Alsdhid what made
- It is portable
Son, no forehead under his way
- Your beauty is not lacking in my morning or dusk
The night stirs up a fire in you that I deny
- If you are true, then my heart is the night of truth
And the morning brings to me what was wrong with it
- The whiteness of my hair is my difference, oh my difference
Son, if the bathroom cups are watered, how much?
- Malik Hassan, as time wills, watering
My son, death is a cup for nations
- Between Mstbh and Mtbtg
And for the crescent on all ages
- Then he tries to make her all suffocated
Age and field preceded his bathroom
- Extent and everything is underway on divorce
The sword of death did not respond to the sword of Ibn Dhi Yazan
- And no escape followed in the slaughter and throat
And I do not protect him with a bond in honor
- Nor did the zebras disappear without him in a tunnel
How many mourners like an echo like me over a child
- He says burn me if I say burn me
Not like me in grief, I was distressed by it
- But I hang my chest in it with leech
I brought to the end a grave in which you live
- May I help in my grief and in my anxiety
Although the full moon is on the horizon
- Badri is now buried on the roads
As if I didn't sing the night out of rapture
- The night of fever is too early for you to embrace
Oh Lord, how much apathy you have spread
- Good members are like pearls
And how much did you leave a palm without a humerus
- It was covered with a head without a neck
Oh, it has regrets if you throw it
- Thahlan, the stone of the heart, could not stand it
And faces like the salvation of righteousness have been manifested
- On the bathroom there are pearls of sweat
It was a playground for the uninitiated, so it was not left
- Including nights, only a mention of a sniffer
Son, I wish you had not known your loyalty to me
- My love, I rejoiced in my tears, complaining of drowning
I wish your star did not shine on my magic
- I wish your lightning had not flashed across my horizon
What was the shortest time you were enslaved?
- May my life be cut off for stealing
What was he gifted you at a young age to
- A virtue gathered in every crossroads
If he loses sight of you on Mercury's eyelids
- I was anchored with a burning thought
I went where the remnants of life weaken me
- And my sadness is longer than what has passed and remains
The eyes of the clouds have not neglected you
- Nor do your eyes throw the tampon and meet
I do not think that you will be satisfied with the state of grace
- And my heart is in the fire of worries, naughty
My body has been created by the hands of sorrow, so when
- For the earth throws this creative clothes