Silence in the beauty beauty of the campus

Silence in the beauty beauty of the campus

A poem entitled (To a Student) by the great poet Nizar Qabbani, in which he explains his feelings of love, and expresses his concept of love in it. This is the same as in other distinguished poems that are still alive, passed on by lovers, and used by singers and composers as fertile flirtatious material for their songs.

Poem to a schoolgirl

Tell me - even if a lie - soft words

Your statue almost killed me

You are still a child in the art of loving

Between you and me sails and mountains

You could not, yet, understand me

All men are children

I refuse to be a clown

He is deceitful about his words

So if you stand before your good deeds silently

Silence in the sanctuary of beauty is beauty

Our words of love kill our love

Letters die when they are spoken

Fancy stories have spoiled you.. So all of them

Coma.. myth.. and imagination

Love is not an oriental novel

With its conclusion, the heroes marry

But it is sailing without a ship

We feel that access is impossible

Is to remain on the fingers twitch

And on the folded lips a question

It is the stream of sorrows deep within us

Vineyards grow around it.. and crops..

It is these crises that crush us together.

So we die.. and hopes bloom

It is to revolt at any trivial thing

He is our despair.. He is our doubt about fighting

It is this palm that assassinates us

And we kiss the palm that kills

Don't hurt the statue's feelings

How many statues cried in silence

A young stone may sprout

Streams and shadows flow from it

I love you through my depression

Face as the face of God is not affects

It is enough for me and for you to always remain

A secret that tears me apart... and is not being said.

Other poems by Nizar Qabbani

The following are some of Nizar Qabbani’s poetry:

September poem

Poetry always comes

With rain

And your pretty face always comes

With rain

Love only begins when...

The rain music begins.

If September comes, my love

I ask about your eyes every cloud

As if my love for you

related to the timing of the rain.

Autumn scenes excite me

Your beautiful paleness provokes me

And the blue cleft lip excites me

The silver earrings in the ears excite me.

And cashmere sweaters

The yellow and green umbrella excites me

morning newspaper

Like a talkative woman who provokes me

The smell of coffee on dry paper

you provoke me..

So what do I do?

Between the ignition of lightning in my fingers

And among the sayings of the expected Messiah?

It comes to me in early fall

A strange sense of security and danger

I'm afraid to approach you.

I'm afraid you'll go away..

I fear for the civilization of marble from my nails..

I fear for the miniatures of the Levantine seashells due to my feelings..

I fear that I will be swept away by the waves of fate and destiny.

Is the month of September that writes me?

Or is it rain that writes me?

You are a rare winter madness

I wish I knew, madam

The relationship between madness and rain.

Madam

Which passes like amazement in the land of humans

She holds a poem in her hand.

In the other hand, a moon.

Oh woman I love

Hair explodes if you step on any stone

O woman carrying in her pallor

All the sorrows of trees

How beautiful is exile if we are together

Oh woman, sum up my history

and the date of rain.

Poem: Your love is a green bird

Your love is a green bird..

A strange green bird...

Grow, my love, as birds grow

It clicks from my fingers

And from my eyelids it clicks

How did he come?

When did the beautiful green bird come?

I didn't think about it, my love

He who loves does not think...

Your love is a blond child

He breaks what he breaks on his way..

He visits me... when it rains

He plays with my feelings and I am patient..

Loving you is a tired child

Everyone sleeps, my love, and stays up late

A child... I cannot bear his tears.

Your love grows alone

As the fields bloom

As at our doors

The red brother grows

Also on the slopes grow almonds and pine

Just as sugar flows from the heart of a peach...

Your love.. is like the air, my love..

Surrounds me

From where I don't know or feel it

The island of your love... beyond imagination

A dream of dreams..

It cannot be told... nor explained...

What is your love, my love?

A flower? Or a dagger?

Or is a candle lit?

Or a storm that destroys?

Or is it the invincible will of God?

All I know about my feelings

You, my love, my love...

And whoever loves..

He doesn't think.

Don't love me

This passion no longer tempts me

May you rest and comfort me

If your love is fickle

What I have seen, do not love me

My love is the whole world

As for your whims, I don't care

My smallest sorrows embrace me

And you visit me if you don't visit me

I don't care what you feel

Thinking of you is enough for me

Love is an illusion in our thoughts

Like perfume in the mind of gardens

I created your eyes from my sadness

what are you? What are your eyes without me?

Your little mouth I turned with my hand

And planted lemon flowers

Even your beauty doesn't amaze me

If he is absent from time to time

Longing opens a thousand windows

Green from your eyes makes me sing

It makes no difference to me, my tormentor

You loved me or you didn't love me

You take a break from my whims

But your question does not comfort me.

Unfinished poem in the definition of love

When I decided to write about my experience in love

I thought a lot

What do you find my confessions?

And before me, people wrote a lot about love

They filmed it on the walls of the caves.

And in pottery and clay vessels, in the past

They carved it on elephant ivory in India.

And above the papyrus in Egypt

And over rice in China..

They gave him offerings and gave him vows.

when I decided to publish my thoughts about love.

I hesitated a lot..

I'm not a priest

I did not teach the students.

I do not believe that roses...

He has to explain the meaning to people.

What am I writing, madam?

It's just my experience...

I mean, I'm alone.

It is the sword that pierces me alone.

I became more present with death.

When I traveled on your sea, my lady..

I wasn't looking at the sea map

I didn't bring a rubber boat with me.

And no lifeline.

Rather, I advanced to your fire like a Buddhist..

I chose destiny.

My pleasure was to write with chalk.

My address is on the sun..

And build bridges over your breasts.

When I loved you..

I noticed red cherries in our garden

became a round ember..

And that the fearful fish of the children's hook..

He comes in millions to throw seeds into our shores.

And the cypress rose.

And the age has increased.

And that God..

He has finally returned to earth.

When I loved you..

I noticed that summer is coming

Ten times a year...

And that wheat grows

We have ten times each day

And the moon escaping from our town

He came to rent a house and a bed.

And that arak mixed with sugar and anise

He was very fond of love.

When I loved you..

The laughter of children in the world has become sweeter

The bread tastes better

And the falling snow is sweeter

And the meow of black cats in the street is sweeter

And meeting hand to hand on the (red) sidewalks is sweeter

The small drawings we leave on the restaurant towel are even sweeter

And sip black coffee

And smoking

And the evening of wiping on Saturday night

And the sand that keeps our bodies from the weekend,

And the copper color on your back, after the summer departure

sweeter..

And the magazines we slept on.

We stretched out and chatted for hours about it

I became birds on the horizon of memory.

When I loved you, my lady

Bless me..

All pineapple trees with your eyes..

And thousands of acres in the sun

They gave me the keys to the heavens.

They gave me medals.

And they gave me silk

When I tried to write about my love

I suffered a lot..

I'm in the sea...

And my sense of water pressure does not know it

Other than those who are lost in the depths of the oceans for ages.

What should I write about your love, my lady?

All I remember...

I woke up in the morning...

To see myself as a prince.

Destiny poem: You are in the form of a woman

As much as you are a woman..

I am very convinced of this

I love you, ma'am

Just as the god is the extension of the string

You are the rain that washes me away.. No

Deprive me of rain

My vision is you, and can she

That the eyes can see without sight?

Poem When You Cry

I love you when you cry

I love your face, cloudy and sad

Sadness fuses us together and melts us

From where I don't know and you don't know

I love those tearful tears

And I love behind her fall

Some women have beautiful faces

And it becomes more beautiful when they cry.