Poetic verses about death
- Antara bin Shaddad:
Choose a house for yourself
- Or die generous under the shadow of the Qastal
Death does not save you from its afflictions
- A fortress, even if you built it with horseshoes
The boy's death in honor is better for him
- From being a prisoner of a party, a kohl
Do not give me the water of life to drink
- Rather, give me a drink of pride, the cup of bitter gourd
The water of life is a suit like hell
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- Abo Altaieb Almotanabi:
It is enough for you to see death as a cure
- And according to the desires, that he be wishful.
- Poet Ahmed Shawky:
Death is the end of every living thing
- No owner of the king immortalized
God's year in the servants and command
- A spokesman for the remains will not respond
You stood between death or life
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God bless her news came
- On the guardian's hearing with what is difficult
- Ali bin Abi Talib:
The soul cries over the world, and it knows
- That happiness is to leave what is in it
There is no house for one after death inhabited
- Except the one that he built before death
If he builds it well, his dwelling will be good
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- Tarfa bin Al-Abd:
I see death preparing souls and I do not see
- Far away tomorrow, closer today than tomorrow
- Jarir the poet:
I am the death that has come upon you
- There is no escape from me
Ali bin Abi Talib's poem about death
The soul weeps over the world, and it knows it
- Safety in it leaves what is in it
There is no house for a person to live in after death
- Except the one that was built before death
If he builds it well, her dwelling will be good
- And if a human being built it, it was disappointed
Where are the kings that were sultanate?
- Until he watered her legs with the cup of death
We collect our money for those with inheritance
- And our turn for the destruction of eternity we build it
How many cities in the horizons have been built
- It became a ruin and death approached it
For every soul, even if it is on a wajl
- From the dead, hopes that strengthen it
One simplifies it and time takes it
- And the soul spreads it, and death folds it
The poem of Abi Al-Ala Al-Maari about death
If death approaches me
- I don't hate his closeness
And that is the most secure fortress.
- The grave is patient
He who meets him does not watch
- Sermons, and he is not afraid of his anguish
as if I were a lord of camels,
- He practiced his experiment
or activist,
- In the desolate land, his cart
And if I am turned back to my original,
- I was buried in the evil of his soil
Time passes, except
- And he solved the age of his Lord
everyone is wary of death,
- And not to drink it
And the rigorous one avoids biting
- B, to start west
And stripping, on a bed,
- Worse than a thousand blows
And the core fought, in us,
- Of course he suffers his war
O inhabitant of the grave! Define
- Wash the bathroom and shake it
And don't worry, I am
- May I, thus, train him
He hates people like an ag
- Dale, the one who returned leaked it
Or like a lender, from Ala
- Slat, knock his button
There is no secret that strips the Lord
- This is not the same as his flock
And what do I see the eyes,
- Try it on the planets
You will take the eagle, and the doze
- R, fish, and its soil
Search for every breath
- East and West of space
and be punished, for unrighteousness,
- Ajam Al-Anam, and his Arabs
what a flash of agate,
- Except to irritate him
free passion worship,
- What he tries to escape
He who sought me did not find me,
- The houses are west of it
were junctures,
- Like the feathers of his west
Then she cleaved, and we were amazed
- For bitumen, change grits
if you subtract a little,
- I counted it as close
I don't have a machine
- Secret, not close
Abu Nawas poem about death
death is near,
- We are not displaced
every day we mourn,
- The shouts of him
Hearts ache, and cry
- wailing wailers
Even when you are having fun
- In heedlessness, and are you joking?
And death every day
- In the ulna of your living, a igniter
So work for a frowning day,
- From the intensity of the sphinx, it's like
And do not be deceived by the world,
- Her bliss is displaced from you
And their hatred for you is fine,
- And her love for you is scandalous!