Poems of love Nizar Qabbani

Nizar Qabbani

Nizar Qabbani is a Syrian Arab poet. He cared about women in particular in his poems, and he cared about describing her with great accuracy, as he dealt with describing the body. Critics believe that his description of the body was before his love for Balqis; Where they saw that the way he wrote differed somewhat after Balqis, here I will put some of Nizar Qabbani's poems in which he expresses his feelings of love.

A poem 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

I'm not women what to 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 apart for you, my dear

If they choose 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 travel in the sea of ​​your eyes

without certainty

And I leave my mind behind and run

I run

I'm running crazy

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 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 get out of love alive

And I don't care

If you come out dead.

A poem I testify that there is no woman but you

I bear witness that there is no woman

Only you mastered the game

I tolerated my foolishness

Ten years, as I expected

And I was patient with my madness as I was patient

And cut my nails

I arranged my notebooks

Kindergarten took me

except you ..

I bear witness that there is no woman

She looks like an oil painting to me

In thought and behavior only you

And reason and madness except you

and quick boredom

And fast learning

except you ..

I bear witness that there is no woman

You took my interest

Half of what you took

And you colonized me like you did

And you set me free like you did

I bear witness that there is no woman

She treated me like a two-month-old baby

except you ..

And she gave me the bird's milk

Flowers and toys

except you ..

I bear witness that there is no woman

She was as generous as the sea with me

Classy as hair

And she spoiled me like I did

And you spoiled me like you did

I bear witness that no woman

have made my childhood

It extends to fifty.. except you

I bear witness that there is no woman

You can say that it is the women... except you

Even in her navel

center of this universe

I bear witness that there is no woman

Trees follow her when she walks

except you ..

And the pigeons drink from the waters of her snowy body

except you ..

The sheep eat the summer grass of their armpits

except you

I bear witness that there is no woman

In two words, she summed up the story of femininity

And my manhood was instigated against me

except you ..

I bear witness that there is no woman

Time stopped at her right breast

except you ..

And the revolutions rose from the slopes of her left side

except you ..

I bear witness that there is no woman

The laws of the world have changed except you

and changed

Halal and Haram map

except you ..

I bear witness that there is no woman

Sweeping me in moments of love like an earthquake

burn me.. drown me

You turn me on.. you turn me off

You break me in two like a crescent

I bear witness that there is no woman

Occupy myself the longest occupation

And the happiest occupation

plant me

Damascene rose

And mint

And an orange

Oh woman

I leave under her hair my questions

She never answered a question

Oh woman are all languages

but she

Touch with mind and not said

O navy eyes

And waxy hands

And great attendance

O white as silver

And smooth as crystal

I bear witness that there is no woman

Around her waist, ages meet

And a thousand thousand planets spinning

I testify that there is no woman.. except you, my love

On her arms the first males are raised

And another male

O transparent glimpse

beautiful fair

What a delicious appetite

permanent childhood

I bear witness that there is no woman

I was freed from the judgment of the people of the cave except you

Their idols were broken

And dispelled their illusions

And overthrow the authority of the people of the cave except you

I bear witness that no woman

She received the daggers of the tribe in her chest

And I considered my love for her

Abstract of virtue

I bear witness that there is no woman

It came exactly as I expected

And the length of her hair was longer than I wanted or dreamed

And the shape of her breast came

In accordance with everything planned or drawn

I bear witness that there is no woman

You come out of clouds of smoke.. if you smoke

It flies like a white dove in my thoughts.. if I think

Oh woman.. I wrote books about her as she is

But despite all my hair

I have remained .. more beautiful than all that I wrote

I bear witness that there is no woman

She made love to me with the utmost civility

And you brought me out of the dust of the third world

except you

I bear witness that there is no woman

Before you my contract was loosened

My body educated me

And I talked to him like a dialogue with the harp

I bear witness that there is no woman

except you ..

except you ..

except you ..

A poem of boundless love

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..

Dreams gone...

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

Millions of years ago...

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 dwell in the eyes like a flock of pigeons.

Nothing will change in my love.

in my feelings..

In my heart.. in my faith..

I will remain on the religion of Islam..

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..

As we enter the twenty-first century...

As we enter the twenty-fifth century...

As we enter the twenty-ninth century...

I will love you..

When the sea water dries up...

Forests are burning...

my lady:

You are the epitome of all poetry.

And the rose of all freedoms.

I just need to spell your name...

So I became the king of poetry..

Pharaoh of words

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

To get into the history books.

Flags are raised for me.

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 by the moon..

This love will not turn

For a bundle of straw consumed by fire...

my lady:

There is nothing that fills my eyes

no lights..

Nor decorations..

No holiday bells.

Nor 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.

my lady:

I only remember your voice

When the bells of singles sound.

I only remember your perfume

While I sleep on the grass paper.

I only remember your face..

When he runs over my snow clothes..

I hear the crackling of logs...

What makes me happy, my lady?

To crouch like a frightened sparrow

Among the groves of fringes…

What amazes me, my lady

Give me a pen of ink...

I hug him..

I sleep happily as children...

my lady:

What made me happy in my exile?

I drip hair..

And I drink from the monks' wine

What is my strength..

When I'm a friend

For freedom.. and man...

my lady:

How I wish I loved you in the age of enlightenment..

In the age of photography.

And in the era of pioneers

How I wish I could meet you one day

in Florence.

or Cordoba.

or in Kufa

or in Aleppo.

Or in a house from the lanes of the Levant...

my lady:

How I wish we could travel

Towards a country ruled by the guitar

Where love has no walls

And words without walls

And dreams without walls

my lady:

Don't worry about the future, madam

My nostalgia will remain stronger than it was..

And more violent than ever.

You are a woman who is not repeated.. in the history of roses..

And in the history of poetry..

And in memory of the lily and the basil…

Mistress of the world

Only your love preoccupies me in the coming days

You are my first woman.

My first mom

My first womb

My first passion

my first satiate

My lifeline in the time of the flood...

my lady:

First Lady of Poetry

Bring me your right hand so that I can hide in it.

Bring your left hand..

To settle in.

Say any phrase of love

Until the holidays begin.

A poem with my nerves

shresht..

In my flesh and my nerves.

And you possessed me with the intelligence of a squirrel

You sparked.. in my voice, and in my language

And my notebooks, and the threads of my rewards...

You sprayed me with sunshine and wellness

Your spring clothed all my doors.

I drink..even in the veins of my hands

And my needs.. and the glass of my cups..

You struck me with thunder and thunderbolt

Sanabel, and vineyards

I slashed.. until it became the hollow of my hand

Butterfly pasture..and herbs

The rain is falling.. from my lips..

And wheat grows above my eyelashes.

You've been slashed.. to the bone.. woman

So stop.. on my nerves..