Poems of Nizar Qabbani Ghazal

love without limits

-1-

my lady:

You were the most important woman in my history

before the general departs.

You are now.. the most important woman

After being born this year...

You are a woman I do not count in hours and days.

You are a woman..

Made from the fruit of hair..

And the gold of dreams..

You are a woman..she used to live in my body

Millions of years ago...

-2-

my lady:

Oh spun from cotton and clouds.

Oh rain of rubies...

Oh rivers of Nahund..

Marble forests...

You who swim like fish in the water of the heart..

And it dwells in the eyes like a flock of pigeons.

Nothing will change my love.

in my feelings..

In my heart...in my faith...

I will remain on the religion of Islam..

-3-

my lady:

Never mind the rhythm of time, and the names of the years.

You are a woman who remains a woman.. at all times.

I will love you..

Entering the twenty-first century...

And as we enter the twenty-fifth century...

And as we enter the twenty-ninth century...

And I will love you..

When the sea water dries up...

And the forests burn.

-4-

my lady:

You are the epitome of all poetry.

And the rose of all freedoms.

It's enough to spell your name.

So I became the king of poetry..

And the Pharaoh of words.

It is enough for a woman like you to love me..

To get into the history books.

And raise your flags for me

-5-

my lady:

Don't panic like a bird during the holidays.

Nothing will change from me.

River of Love will not stop flowing.

The heartbeat will not stop beating.

Partridges will not stop flying.

When love is great..

And beloved moon..

This love will not turn

For a bundle of straw consumed by fire...

-6-

my lady:

There is nothing that fills my eyes

no lights..

And no decorations..

And no holiday bells.

And not the Christmas tree.

The street means nothing to me.

The bar means nothing to me.

I don't care about any words

Write on holiday cards.

-7-

my lady:

I only remember your voice

When the alarm clocks tick.

I only remember your scent

While I sleep on the grass paper.

I only remember your face..

When he runs over my snow clothes..

And I hear the crackling of logs.

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

I know the time for nostalgia is over

And the beautiful words died... Women are not what we say

i love you so much…

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

And you are in exile

And between you and me

Wind

cloudy

And lightning

Thunder

And snow and fire

And I know that reaching your eyes is an illusion

I know I can reach you

suicide

I am happy

To tear myself for you, my dear

And 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 so much...and I know that I am traveling in the sea of ​​your eyes

without certainty

And I leave my mind behind and run

I run

I run after my madness... What woman holds 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 so much

And very, very

And I refuse from the fire of your love to resign

Can the one who is infatuated with love be independent...

And I don't care

If you come out of love alive

And I don't care

If you come out dead

I will tell you I love you

I will tell you "I love you"..

When all the old love languages ​​end

There is nothing left for the lovers to say or do.

Then my mission will begin.

In changing the stones of this world..

And changing its geometry.

tree after tree..

Planet after planet...

And poem after poem.

I will tell you "I love you"..

The distance between your eyes and my notebooks narrows.

The air you breathe becomes my lungs.

The hand you place on the car seat becomes...

It's my hand...

I'll say it, when I'm able,

To evoke my childhood, my horses, my soldiers,

And my paper boats.

And restore the blue time with you on the beaches of Beirut..

When you were trembling like a fish between my fingers...

I will cover you, when you sleep,

With a sheet of summer stars..

3

I will tell you "I love you"..

And the ears of wheat until they ripen.. need you..

And springs to burst..

And civilization to prepare..

Birds learn to fly..

And butterflies until you learn to draw..

I practice prophecy

need you..

4

I will tell you "I love you"..

When the boundaries fall completely between you and the poem..

And sleep becomes on the writing paper

It's not as easy as you might think..

outside the rhythms of poetry..

Nor to enter into a dialogue with a body that I do not know how to spell.

word for word..

And bit by bit…

I do not suffer from intellectual complex.

But my nature rejects bodies that do not speak intelligently...

Eyes that don't ask questions.

The condition of lust for me is linked to the condition of poetry

A woman is a poem, and I die when I write it.

I will die when I forget her.

I love you and close the bow

1

I can't love you more..

I wrote you in Kufic script

on bathroom bracelets

And damascene copper jugs

And the lamps of Mrs. Zeinab

And the mosques of Astana

Granada domes

And on the front page of the anthem

Closed the bow...

2

You usually write incurable.

Usually occupation, owns, and settlement .

Normally open, and lethality, and barbarism .

You are usually sharpened in the melody of my words.

Either you travel...

Or I travel...

Or you can travel writing.

3

Your beauty..

It stimulates my cultural memory.

Everything is electrocuted..

lick my tongue..

and my fingers..

The body of the white paper.

4

Your beauty..

Lightning strikes my bedroom furniture

And my bed sheets..

And connects manhood wires

Between me and Noon the women..

And femininity..

How can I avoid you, woman ..

Even ugliness if it gets close to you

becomes beautiful..