Poems of the poet Saad Alloush

Saad bin Jaber bin Muhammad bin Aloush Al-Hajri, a Kuwaiti poet, nicknamed Al-Mareb, and he wrote many poems: I mention some of them here:

The world narrows me down with its greatness from Abbas Al-Wajih

And that's why she's smiling, she saw a side of the world

From me and to me I loved him and he loved me from him and to him

Without no, I confess, and without no, he admits

He has a crush and a dog knows the purpose of his dogs

Elia is joy and rejoice and tears do not shed tears

Boil it, I adore it, I adore it, I die in it

I mean, I'm dead with love and honor

Dead and adored and why there is no need to tell it

Al-Ghayd, the world is a whim, and he is a professional

The lofty one who does not kiss and embrace my hands in his hands

His frieze trembled with coquettishness and luxury fell

I walk with him without neither where nor how nor why

In terms of what sweeps me away, I close my eyes and drift off

If he says no, I say no, if he says yes, I say yes

He did not know what he heard, what he saw, what he saw, what he knew

Whom I know is his father, he beautifies me and his father

Justice was in his repulsion, he recorded me as the biggest pervert

May God forgive me and God perpetuate him and have mercy on him

He taught me that distance is a setback, and repulsion is disgusting

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God bless you and God accept you

If he knew you to get lost, he took me

From my young days, I adore you and contemplate you

Until you branch out with me, you are jealous and saddened

I grew up loving you, but I imagined you

Stupid teach me a lot and find me

From the first I see you and adore you

I love the thread of excuses for those who led me

And then he blamed me and I was distracted and I came to you

Sadness and hunting me

The street whose prestige is the prestige of a king

Who spelled my step and accustomed me

From under your window, I ask you

It boils down to a boiler

If only I knew that my future is your future

What was missing from my absence and increased me

Just here and don't bother and upset you

I stand in your absence and I will not return

I didn't stop your eyes, I came back and told you

Enough for me, I stood up for you, call me

Of your decency, if he connected you, what connected you

Brother blisters of torment and calm me

My feeling is that I am guilty in the eyes of your family

My sense of feeling that exterminated me

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Ring, mobile, Altten and Alkut

And me and the hardships of the long nights

We came to you and the world is martyrdom and coffin

And our graves are you and the guide

Mabti and I plan to die with them

And God brought you and you are the sweetest and most beautiful

You die with sense, hearing and voice

O mother of the many who suffice a few

Hardened by stab wounds in the Goliath war

And relax from the beautiful roses of Riyadh

And oh truer than the deliciousness of juicy berries

And he lies from excuses after failure

And he is too young to play Pilot

And O greater than the guidance of the sheikh of the tribe

You are the essence of mixing cowpea power

And you are the tales of a thousand and one nights

And I always think about how I will die

And God brought you and you are the best way

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He said stay, I said see that way

Walk in the direction of it or separate it

And the way without vinegar and companion

What expands the mind of those who knock it

End meet like Sidqi friend

In the setting of the universe and only bright

I will make those who meet your eyes befitting

And curse him like me, love him, and steal him

And leave your love by bidding farewell drowned

And there is no free escape, your separation drowns it

Let him alone from the mention of your face narrows

And forget him and pour out his sweat

Its name is Al-Nasi and its name is Al-Atiq

And his heart was filled with letters and burned

Vinegar eyes do not read your handwriting

Torture him and slay his ambition with his paper

And let him stand on that road

Dead from the cold and hurt his mane

...

O all distances torment

O halal eye, O sanctuary of the hands

Oh the opposite of happiness after depression

Oh the opposite of sadness after the two laughs

O question by asking is answered

Salloum reflects the responses by Jim C

O literature, O creation, O youth

Oh the aid of the appointed shepherd

Remind me of the encounter and absence

The remembrance only benefits the believers

And accept standing up and say to the plateaus

You are the purest cheek, not the purest forehead

And teach me the appetite of the letters of the book

It's between a fool and a fool

Fara loves letters of alienation

No thought, no creation, no world, no religion

Fitra closes and opens a thousand doors

For the misleading, for the light, and for the sober

Vaccination freak and bear mirage

Stupidity and lack of fetal taste

Teach her Wayne loves affiliation

For Hassan, for Hassan, or for Hussein

And teach her to humiliate God and fear

Boycott doubts with signs of certainty

Teach her that I am on the edge of the clouds

And the day you told me, I asked you where she is

You said sarcastically on the dirt

I said while smiling two sentences

The piece of candy favors flies

What do you like when you grope the den?