Spinning and love poems

The most beautiful love poem by Mahmoud Darwish

Grass grows between the joints of a rock

We were strangers one day

And the spring sky was composed of a star.. and a star

I was composing a love paragraph.

For your eyes... I sang it!

Your eyes know that I have waited so long

As a bird waited for summer

And I slept like an immigrant

An eye sleeps, an eye wakes up.. long

Crying for her sister

We are lovers until the moon sleeps

And we know that hugs, and that kisses

Spinning nights food

And that the morning calls my footsteps to go on

On the trail a new day!

We are two friends, so he will see near me, palm by palm

Together we make bread and songs

Why do we ask this path.. for any fate

walk us

Where did we get our feet from?

Just me, and according to you, I'm walking.

together forever

Why do we search for crying songs?

An old poetry diwan?

And we ask, our love ! does it last

I love you like caravans, an oasis of grass and water

And love of the poor loaf !

Grass grows between the joints of a rock

We found westerns one day

They always remain gentle.

The Poem of Your Eyes and the Magic in Them by Elia Abi Madi

Your eyes, and the magic in them

You turned me into a magical poet

You taught me love, and I taught it

Badr al-Daji, the branch, and the bird

If you are out of my sight, go crazy

I asked about you, the bright moon

And knock on the kindergarten at the forenoon

So that the nightingale speaks to the poet

And the rose split in her sleeve

Because there is a fragrance in it

Casting is mentioned with that scent

Do you remember the memory lover?

How many sleepers in a blissful den

Did you warn him of his hate early?

Became like me, lost and confused

When he saw me confused in God

He will complain to me and I will complain to him

The thirst of passion, abandonment, and abandonment

And a planet I heard my exhalation

So he became like me, watchful and awake

I roared even to sleep for my eyeballs

And I didn't care about the blame

I wish I was a walking example

As the saying goes

A poem flirting with him from his lover, and his face was broken by Ibn Khafajah

I flirted with him from a lover whose face was broken

Except that a pity appeared in his cheek

He shuddered and stumbled at the tail of his shyness.

a sprig of sympathy

You can imagine his horses in the light of his page

Planets in the sun's rays are burning

I was amazed at the containers of water and the tampon of flame

How did she meet them in the paths of paradise

The poem "Your Face" is like the beginning of the poem by Nizar Qabbani

Your face.. like the beginning of a poem

pull me..

pull me..

Like a sail

By night, to the shores of rhythm.

It opens to me, a horizon of agate

And a moment of creativity

Your face.. an amazing face

And a watercolor

And one of the most beautiful trips

Between myrtle... and mint...

your face..

This open notebook, how beautiful

When I see him in the morning

He carries me coffee in his smile

And apple blush..

Your face.. lures me

To the last poetry that I know

And the last word..

And the last damask rose, which I love

And another bathroom...

your face, madam.

A sea of ​​symbols, and new questions

Shall I return safely?

And the wind provokes me

And the wave provokes me

And love provokes me

And my journey is far.

your face, madam.

Wonderful message

I wrote..

Not yet up to the sky

A poem Welcome to Al-Shaden Al-Ghazal by Ibn Alawi Al-Haddad

Welcome to Al-Shaden Al-Ghazal

He visited me here leisurely

Like a dairy bar closely

He flexes in jewelry and blazers

whenever the south blows him

Magic vibrates like intoxication

It is from the cup of drunken boyhood

Not the cup of sin and slip

So I healed myself by seeing him

From all disease and ills

Perfume in a cold gap

For my reason in Alnhl and ills

And the most beautiful and gentle

Nice turnout and kiss

His creation is like a breeze

parchment in the firstborn and the origin

There is no boredom behind it

The misery of the back and boredom

Its branch is night and its forelock

A moon hunts with a frying pan

I did not stay in the event of his ten

Coming down to the lonely house

So the Most Gracious watered his institute

Between a quarter of the people and the mountain

And he watered the yards running down

slumped in a careless effect

A quarter sacrifices it fertile

Khidr al-Awar and al-Sahl

box of loved ones from ft

And the first stop gentlemen

A poem: Increase my love for you, a bewilderment by Ibn Al-Farid

Increase me with excessive goodness in you bewilderment

And have mercy on a tampon with your fancy

And if I asked you to see you for real

So forgive, and do not make my answer you will not see

O heart, you promised me their love

Patience, be careful not to be narrowed, and bored

Love is life, so I died with it

Boy, you have the right to die and excuse

Tell those who came before me and who

After me, and whoever became my Ashjani sees

Take from me, follow my example, and listen to me

And they spoke Bsabati between Alwari

And I was alone with the beloved, and between us

A secret thinner than the breeze, if Sir

And he gave me a look that I hoped for

So I became known, and I was in denial

I was amazed between his beauty and majesty

And tomorrow the tongue of the situation about me informing

So turn your luck in the virtues of his face

He received all the good in it as a photographer

If only all goodness completes a picture

And he saw him cheering and arrogant

A poem by the beloved of me, who saw him, by the poet Bulbul Al-Gharam, by Al-Hajri

I have a lover who saw him

Mad immediately mad

His love is the adornment of my heart

Not money and sons

I wish he would be satisfied and watered

in avoiding the menon

What for slime lovers

In passion they do not understand

The whole world fell asleep

And they do not sleep

They are not to blame

In her love they excuse

They left the pleasures for what

Know what they ask

Oh sickness in my heart

What has eternity will be

The more I miss her

My eyes overflowed with tears

Majnun did not meet Layla

Some of what I tasted madness

People adored, but

There is no such thing as my love

Gentlemen, pray for me

mercy or desert

I have no alternative for you

Never if you knew

I cost you in the past

How long have you known

A poem devoted to love, and I prefer the Sanjari Makzoon

I am sincere in love and oh my love

The Beloved accepted my devotion

And I went away from my grandfather with obedience

The obedient is the disobedient disobedient

Eliminate his solace with vinegar

Lee Al-Dani poured it far