Ahmad Shawqi
Ahmed Shawqi is an Egyptian poet and is considered one of the greatest and most famous Arabic poets of all time. He was nicknamed the Prince of Poets due to his high status among the poets of his time. In this article some of his beautiful poetry.
The most beautiful poems of Ahmed Shawky
Among the beautiful poems written by Ahmed Shawqi are the following
May God bless the people of Paris
May God bless the people of Paris
I see the mind as the best thing they have been given
They have for the thorns and blossoms of what
The earth produces a fair that they have arranged
A paradise that captivates the minds, and a tame
The eye collects from him what they have separated
Whoever saw him said they were forbidden to escape
They stole it with their magic
What you see is that the generosity has become distorted, even
If the bartenders had seen it, they would not have achieved it
It intoxicates the onlookers with generosity, and why
A hand can squeeze it, but they cannot free it
Picture it however you want, even
People wondered how they did not pronounce it?
The pious person finds the hand of God in him
The ungrateful ones say, “They created him.”
With roses there are books, and with rhymes there are titles
With roses there are books, and with rhymes there are titles
I saw on the canvas of my imagination an orphan
The day of Lusitania was spent by her parents
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If the soul is agitated, it will cry and embarrass it
Nor is there a mother whose shade and offspring he desires
Its pillars were undermined, and its youth was humiliated
A cold that the animal has struggled with
He left his hooves behind in defeat
I wish she had suffered an hour from death
As he began to fold the parents
Like a chick whose father is shot by an archer and spoils it
Then his mother got up to him and he threw it
There is no father who seeks refuge in the shadow of his wings
And a tank under the gate in ambush
Amen, you see the sari but he does not see it
It is the whale, or something similar to it in the whale
In it, if the loyal one forgets, and we cry
I send messages to the shipowners
And four things in which our wishes were forgotten
Traitorous when it sinks, treacherous when it floats
Cursed in its withdrawal and secrets
Our player has abandoned the ball of days
It reaps punishment on those who do not go through its path
If it had reached the ark of Moses, it would have struck
Its customers and its heat are upon it
The purpose of His command is that we hear
His tongue appeals to us
And if you had not set, Noah's ark would have been hidden
When there was a sea that embraced and contained it
Isn't it amazing that you are like me?
Do you think it is impossible to do so little?
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If he is in the knowledge of souls, he will return them.
Adulthood is the most beautiful biography, Ahmed
Adulthood is the most beautiful biography, Ahmed
Wad Al-Ghawani from your youth is further
You would have had the rest of the anointing
Today, the rest are almost sold out
Marot your hair after Marot youth
He fell asleep, and the happy boyfriend left him
I didn't hear you say gray hair
I wish the bird had said it
What a soft twister and a poet
He made the brother-in-law a rope to hunt
And you gathered their hearts on passion
And you deceived whomever you cut and who you courted
And you mocked the snitch, and you almost killed the excuse
Today, you are looking for someone who can refute and refute
If you find the Ghayed distracted by passion
And if you find poetry, the glory of songs
Stop your observations at your limit
Stop your observations at your limit
The temptation of the fire on your cheek is enough for you
And make a truce for your sheath
Accidents fill your sheath
And preserve good deeds from small
B does not owe her your army
She looked at you for the fatwa
And do not fear the power of your punishment
The highest narratives of Qanna
What was his ascription to your greatness?
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And you heard from them the difference of your effort
They quoted you an article
Most of them were not for your servant
I don't have many arrows
Your eyelids, but an arrow is your distance.
The spectrum began to be beautiful and generous
The spectrum began to be beautiful and generous
O Messenger of contentment, protect yourself from stumbling
Take a way from the eyelid and the heart
He performed tayammum from As-Suwayda at home
If you spend the night in the eyelids, you are worthy
Usually light brings sight
He visited, and the war between my eyelids and my sleep
Darkness has prepared burdens for her
Well, my imagination created you for me
The most beautiful workmanship is that which suffers from lack
The Lord of beauty has no neighbor over the few
B, as if he had no heart as a neighbour
And I see the heart being rewarded whenever it is bad
He is tender and apologetic about sin
A wounded man asks for sympathy
And the wounded man seeks revenge
You miserable people, you slept, and you slept
He took something from my eyeballs, and it happened
The bane of advice is that it is harsh
The harm of giving advice is to give it out loud
My eyelids asked me about the day
May God have mercy on my eyelids during the day
Should we cry? I said there are tears
Say patience, so I said, “Give me patience.”
Oh my nights, I haven't seen you for a long time
After my night, I did not find you short
The one who holds the engagement is great
He doesn't care about their dreams when they are young
We have not had enough of you in the past, so we complain
An alcoholic does not feel drunk
So drain the cup out of pity, or move on
Adulthood came out of the hands of drunkards.
You came to us with feelings and thoughts
You came to us with feelings and thoughts
They divided the chances among lovers
They shook the canna a few times, and it wore out
Every weak heart beats
What an oath among lovers is my oath
If they met each other in love, I would not be satisfied
My trick is in love and what I wish for
The trick of smart people in livelihood
If the lover were rewarded for excessive longing
I would have been rewarded a lot for my longings
And a girl who was more strange to her
-Good except for strange morals
I tasted sweet and bitter from it, and it was
The pleasure of love lies in the difference in taste
She made an appointment, so when we met
She asked me why we should meet
I said, “What are these conventions?” she said
The prostitutes have no covenant
My thinness comforted her and her courage
An intercessor who hastened from the depths
So she showed me the passion and said, “We were afraid.”
Passion is a branch of compassion
Oh Iraq girl, be more discreet than that
-T, and I express your love in Iraq
I have rhymes that are chaste in love except
From you, the joys of horizons flowed
Time does not wish for more of it
If I wish you would untie me
Carry me in love as much as you want
The accident of rejection, or the affliction of separation
Allow the hug if the guide is satisfied
And I forgave Fanny in the embrace.
Tired and motionless
Tired and motionless
But he gets afraid if he sees you
And he turns away from joy then
You are not tired, O branch of Arak
Beauty is enough for you
The paper of virtues did not cover you
And grow between my sides
And the heart gave you drink of its blood
Sweet promises, when did you fulfill them?
Do you see it accomplished?
From every word if he gives permission
For his sake, I kissed your face
He took the sweetness from us
O torment, and for your sake
Unjustly, I say, the reap of passion
Only your eyeballs were rewarded
They became the death of those who saw
You died, and you went to the death of those who saw you.
The heart is sober, except for the veil of my hopes
The heart is sober, except for the veil of my hopes
He attracts me in the dark, Ruth Anani
Your tenderness is my heart, shall I restore your youth?
Does the impossible boy have two hands?
We are back to that good time
Are you anything but blood and tenderness?
If you do not keep a covenant and do not honor your obligation
She did not mention Alpha; I am not crazy
I remember when we gave youth its due
And we drink from the flow of passion with two hearts?
And you are weak, and your beloved is far away
And you are a failure, and your beloved is condemned?
And days when there is no bet with passion
And you are my heart in every bet
I was complaining after your childhood illnesses
How do you think the two cups differ?
I am still young, but...
The boy in Egypt is turning gray before his time
And I do not lie to the Creator, God built my temple
A good deed, a good deed
I am condemned if beauty takes advantage of my crisis
And I help if the beautiful one leads me.
The people of Quddud whose families have reached the limit
The people of Quddud whose families have reached the limit
God is in a rush, her passions have been swept away
Give her safety if it benefits her
And return it with generosity if it is of benefit to you
And look what your eyes did to her
It was no use staring at her condition
Our eyes were exposed, so we objected
On the island there is a swarm of its creatures
They did not turn from a sweeping house except into a sweeping one
Of the wings, it was joined by its wings
She meant for us an asset, tempting us with weapons
Shaken in appearance, legitimately lost
And her eyes were doubled
The sweetest of its pasts, the sweetest of its pasts
We have the ropes to cast and fish with
We did not let the gazelles of the bottom find it
We erected it for you from a fringe and from a border
Until the soul of its Redeemer was humbled
She laughed at all Zahraa in her radiance
Its cores resemble pearls in it
Smell the good deeds and the day will last
It was as if Joshua was tempted to keep up with her
She walked on the bridge, thinking about her confusion
To the onlookers, and clearly in its folding
All his concubines were her co-wives
Wow, all its surroundings are hypocritical
I opposed her and my conscience was one of her mahrams
He visits my moments in their tracks
Its adornments are more spare than its surroundings
And from her friends from what comes close to her
She said: Perhaps the writer of the Nile will embarrass us
So I said, “Does it embarrass the moons who see it?”
Between you and me are poems that I chanted
I didn't know that Al-Rim narrates it
And it is said that his positions became chaste or bad
The echo of bed and manners tells it.