Spinning poems in classical Arabic

Spinning poem by Antara bin Shaddad

Among the spinning poems written by Antarah bin Shaddad, entitled “Ramet al-Fouad, a beautiful virgin”:

The heart threw a beautiful virgin

With the arrows of luck, they have a cure

the time of the feast has passed

like suns to gazelles

So I was killed by my sickness inside me

I hid it, and the concealment spread it

I came up with a dick that I moved

Turn it south after Saba

It rang and I said a terrified gazelle

A calamity has frightened her in the midst of the wilderness

And it appeared, so I said the full moon is a full night

Gemini stars imitated him

Falah smiled, the pearls of her mouth

There is a cure for the disease of lovers

She prostrated to glorify her Lord and swayed

To her majesty our great lords

Oh, Abel, as much as your desire or double it.

I have if menopause occurred please

If time pleases me, then I am

In my concern for his expenses

A spinning poem by Mahmoud Darwish

From the poems of the Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish entitled “Verses of Ghazal”:

I asked you: shake the most beautiful palm on earth

The branch of time!

Leaves of past and present fall

Twins are born at a glance:

An angel.. and a poet!

And we know how the ashes return to flames

If the two lovers confess!

My apple! O beloved, it is forbidden

If you understand my eyeballs, my straying and my silence

I wonder how the wind complains

stay you have? And you

Wine eternity in my voice

And the taste of legends and the land.. you!

Why does a star travel on an orange?

And he drinks and drinks and gets drunk

If you are in my hands

A melody crumbled, and the sound of his supplication

why do I Love You?

How do you take my brooke?

And my wind gets tired on your lips

I know in an instant

That the night is a pillow

And that the moon

Beautiful as a rose

And I'm handsome.. because I have you!

You stay on the arms of a dove

Dipping her beak in my mouth?

And your palm over my forehead mole

Is the promise of passion immortalized in my blood?

You stay on the arms of a dove

Avoid me.. so that I can fly

Threaten me.. to sleep

And make my name the pulse of aromas

And make my house a dovecote?

I want you with me

A silhouette walking on two legs

And rock a fact

Fly in the blink of an eye!

A spinning poem by Sharif Al-Radi

The poet Sharif Al-Radi wrote this ghazal poem, and its verses say:

O doe of dairy, grazing in his tents

May the heart be your pasture today

The water you have is given to him who drinks it

And only my crying tears narrate you

The winds of the valley blew to us a scent

After sleep, we knew her before you

Then we bent when we were shaken by mirth

On the traveler, let us know your remembrance

An arrow hit and threw it with a ladder

From Iraq, you've pushed your target away

A promise to your eyes, I have what I fulfilled

Oh how close my eyes did not lie

I told you what was in the rim of salt

The day of the meeting was credited to the talker

As if your side on the day of alarm informs us

What folded you from the names of your killers

You are the bliss to my heart and the torment for it

So what is your command in my heart and your best

I have longing messages that I do not remember

Lola Sergeant I've reached it FAC

He watered Mina and the nights of fear, what I drank

From the clouds, salute her, and salute you

When everyone who has a religion and his procrastination meets us

The complainant and the complainant meet

When tomorrow the swarm comes between our departures

There was no grim heart but you

Your eye wandered, only you followed a whim

Who taught the eye that the heart loves you

Until the swarm approached, you did not live long

Your passion is dead, nor did you redeem your captivity

Oh, I would like a whiff that passed through you for us

And a sperm dipped in it your folds

And preferably a pause, and the knees are unawares

On rich soil and your mounts took it

If the black band were among my number

A cloudy day when I let go of my accomplices

Ghazal poem by Gibran

A poem entitled “The Bride of Transcending Poetry” by Gibran Khalil Gibran:

Bride hair tanjali

between sweets and sweets

What a delightful flower

her crowned brow

Oh well come to mind

Tail flapping

As if poplars were imprisoned

A ghazal from a ghazal

She likened her to a king

Sent from heaven

In a shimmering white haze

It has a house

Do you see in her eyes?

Glimpse did not remain

As blue as the sky in the day

The next bastard

Virgin fill in the eye

her future youth

Twigs talk about

Its texture is moderate

Hearts fall slanted

towards it if you get bored

From a spring more generous

affiliate and noblest

A daughter's father is the father's father

Like in a man

impeccable about

defect and about being made

He is honored and honored

The worst house

The maximum excuse is forbidden

for the slightest shame

And his money has a plan

infamous before

He is the son of Abdullah Dhul Qadr

The lofty lofty one

Evening Imad Giliet

in length and in length

And the best mother knew

Complementary creation

of the best element

The causes of the Most High are connected

This is whatever you want

Muhammad after say

In Ghada etiquette

first class

Speaking to thirsty souls

Table hydration

Her conscience is the purest

Pure income

bright bright

Brilliant for the crowd

Like a brilliant planet

For sight, it appears from above

The height of his zodiac sign

And his light is in the eyelids

The mother of the bride and her

job and any job

In every good thing

for now and future

You were given happiness, O bride

Wear it and waffle

May Sami live softly

Completed moment

A descendant of Fathallah

The perfect face

Honorable Mr

revered bond

His son is his secret

In grace and kindness

Dear boy, free spirit

The verb is pardon the saying

May God grant him victory

With utmost hope

As long as his wedding lasts

In joy and glee

And don't miss me here

Hurry congratulations

Congratulate

Previously did not say

I set it up system

of the detailed core

to Emily and her husband

gift from me

Yes he met himself

and serial element

longer in individuals

The count of business men

What a blessing Haifa

in its mile by mile

Her morning smiles

And the nightingales

I pray heartily

Cheerful Savior

With the happiness of John the Beloved

And Hana Emily

And to complete the reunion

The actor's family reunited

in the likeness of the image

What were their forum

I remember who mentioned it

Pleasure to you and me

What is worthy of praise

Right best friend

Iskandar the gallant father

Moderate fair

Sadiq Salem in

Reasons for his morals

And his wife with jewelry

cassettes for jewelry

Kindness and adverb in beauty

In Afaf the most beautiful

and semi-sunni acumen

In Dora is on fire

O Al Khoury

Our bishop is your most faithful guardian

your former boyfriend

Your boyfriend is below

Remaining in the covenant

Eternity without change

Live by origins and branches

In the most serenity

According to Mothel

And original lineage