The most beautiful poetry

spinning

Spinning is one of the most important purposes of poetry, which has its roots since the pre-Islamic era. There are many Arab poets who were distinguished by their ghazal poetry, which expressed their intense passion, the most important of them being Jamil Buthaina, Antarah Al-Absi, Qais Ibn Al-Mallouh, and others.

The most beautiful spinning hair

• I wish he created the black eyes

He created hearts that beat iron

If it were not for her nightmares, and not for her moment

The owner of his heart would not like to be a hunter

If you saw beauty and did not matter

I was a rough-tempered person

And if you ask for pleasure with the sababah

You asked for the lost.

• And if what is in me is in the pebbles, then split the pebbles

Or the wind did not hear them blowing

Even if I ask God for forgiveness every time

I mentioned you, no sins were written on me.

• I am jealous of you from my heart and my eyes

And from you and your time and place

Even if I made you in my eyes

Until the Day of Resurrection, that is enough for me.

• I have four witnesses in your love

There are two witnesses in each case

My heart palpitations and my limbs are disturbed

And turn my body and hold my tongue.

• I remembered Layla and the good old years

Days do not fear for fun Nahia

On a day like the shadow of a spear, its shadow becomes short

Layla Filhani and I was not forgetful

“With Tamdeen,” Laila and my companions were on fire

“With the same tenderness.”

So the people's insight said, I noticed a planet

In the dark of the night, a Yemeni individual appeared

I said to him: Nay, Layla's fire was kindled

Baalia, its light transcends, and it appears to me

I wish the people's passengers did not cut the skin

I wish the “glow” walked the passengers at nights

O night, how important I need

If I come to you at night, I don't know what it is

My boyfriend, if you don't make me cry, I beg

Boyfriend, if I shed my tears, you cried for me

What Ashraf Alavaa only Sababa

I do not recite poetry except as a remedy

God has combines Intatin after

They all think that they will not meet.

Poems in spinning

Among the beautiful poems that were said in spinning, we chose the following for you:

The heart threw a good virgin

Antara bin Shaddad

The heart threw a good 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

I rang and said a terrified gazelle

A calamity has frightened her in the midst of the desert

And it appeared, so I said the full moon is the night of its completion.

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.

Show me that you are possessed, so bow down

Beautiful Buthaina

Show me that you are possessed, so bow down

And take your luck from Karim Wasel

May it be a cross on us and connect it

Seriously, you mix it up with a joke

I answered her gently, after covering up:

My love Buthaina, about your connection, my concern

If it was in my heart, as much as a pen

Please, have you received, or have come, my messages

And they say: You have accepted falsehood

Do you have the right to abstain from falsehood?

And falsehood, of those whose speech I love

More delicious to me than the obnoxious

Let my hobbies go away from you, then reach me

And if I fall in love, then what is wrong with me

My heart is caught, O Buthin, your ropes

On the day of Hajjun, my beloved ones have sinned against you

You wished for me, if you wished for me

And you made what you promised sooner than later

And she was heavy when she saw my cost

Love me with that of lumbering

And you obeyed me, so you left me

And I disobeyed you, and they worked hard, excuse me

Tried me to hold your rope

From me, and you are not, even if they try, an actor

So I turned them back, and they sought to desert you

For what he sought, with the highest blade

He bites my fingertips out of anger at me

I wish they would bite deaf horses

And they say that you, Buthain, are stingy

I wish to sacrifice you from a stingy stinginess!

Take my scarf blood

Yazid bin Muawiyah

Take my blood with a scarf, I am

I saw with my own eyes my blood in her fingertips

I am jealous of her father and mother

It is the step of the toothpick if it rotates in the mouth

I'm jealous of her curves from her clothes

If you wear it over a softener body

I envy glasses that kiss their gaps

If you put it mixed in the mouth

Take my blood from her, for I killed her

I don't mean that you don't get strong

And do not kill her if you kill her

But ask her how my blood came to her

And tell her, O death of the soul, that I am

A murderer of passion and love, if you only knew

And do not suppose that I have slain severely

But she threw me the one who bought it with shares

It has the rule of Luqman and the image of Joseph

And the tone of David and the chastity of Mary

I have the grief of Jacob and the loneliness of Younes

And the pain of Job and the heartbreak of Adam

Even if he accepted her crying, she cried

I would have healed the soul before remorse

But she cried before me, so I cried

She cried, so it was thanks to the applicant

I cried for the face of Al-Hassan

It has no equal in Arabs and non-Arabs

Civil notes, Makiya Al-Hasha

The crescents of the eyes are the folds of the mouth

And combed with musk, it has been spread

Bthgp as if the role of the regulator

She pointed out the blink of an eye, frightened by her family

A sad sign and you did not speak

I knew the party had said hello

Welcome to the orphan lover

By God, were it not for God, fear and hope

I hugged her between the wreckage and Zamzam

And I kissed her ninety-nine kisses

Glamorous palm, cheek and mouth

And my ulna cushioned her and kissed her mouth

And it was lawful for me even if I was in a state of ihram

And when we met, I found her fingertips

Pigmented tell juices when

So I said I dyed the palm after me like this

It is the reward of the orphan abuser

She said and showed in the tampon the heat of the air

An article from the saying did not dissatisfied

And your life is not this dye I knew

Do not be slandered and falsely unjust

But I did not see you in the distance

I was my hand in life and my wrist

I cried blood on the day of the night, so I wiped it off

Enough, so I reddened my skin from my blood.

Sama longing for you

Imru Al Qais

He called you longing after it was shorter

Slimy fell into the belly of Gu Farara

Kinaniyya Bant and in the chest Waddha

and the wind of a tooth in a donkey lobe

With my eyes, they saw the neighborhood when they bore

On the side of the falaj on the side of Timura

So I likened them to the family when they shrank

Dome Gardens or a recumbent ship

Or Al-Makraat from the date palm of Ibn Yamen

Write down the rows that soften the mashkra

The thickets of Jabbar furnish its branches

And high Qanuna of red bisr

Protected by the sons of Ar-Rabada from the Yamen family

With their swords, even endorsed and endorsed

He satisfied the children of the cold and darkened his pride

And his sleeves even if they are torn

two generations surrounded him at his cut-off

The eye hesitates until puzzled

As if dolls of passion on the back of marble

He covered the sagum froth with a patterned thing

Ghara'ir in being, preserving, and blessing

They are sweet, strong and impoverished

And the wind of a tooth against him is Hamiriyah

Distinguished with a fine blend of musk

And Bana and Aloyya from India Daki

Randa, Lubna, and Al-Kebaa Al-Muqtirah

They closed the proof of a lover with whom she claimed

Slimy Vamsa her rope has been amputated

And she had a trait in the past

steals from the side of the concealed tent

If he gets a look from her, the rent of his heart

I also poured a cup of fermented sabouh

The bird drops its shells

Don't be afraid of the heart, don't choose

Asmaa and her affection have changed

We will exchange if you exchange another friendly

I remembered my righteous family and it came

On my velvet wicker for stirrups and eaves

So when Hauran appeared in the family without her

You looked, and you did not see a sight with your eyes

The causes of milkiness and passion are cut off

On the eve we passed Hama and Shaizra

With a march, the oud is noisy from its right

A brother to an effort that does not twist on those who cannot

I have not forgotten what I have encountered

And lethargic to it like a numbing day

As an example of symptoms without Bisha

And without the immersion, they are pillars of gloom

So let him take care of you with a bridge

Humiliation if he fasts during the day and deserts

You cut a string as if it were a part of it

If a taxi shows a spread sheet

far between the shoulders as if

You see at the nail bed a wooded cat

Pebbles fly in seasons

The crucifixion of the dough is masked, but not blinded

As if the pebbles behind and in front of it

If his son left him, delete the left-handed

as if the sound of quartz when you shake it

Clinking falsehoods criticizing a genius

She has a boy the earth has not carried like him

Abbar Charter and fuller and Asera

He is the home of thousands of sleepy atmosphere

Asad built grief from the rugged earth

And if he wanted, the invasion would have been from the land of Himyar

But he deliberately sent the Romans away

My friend cried when he saw the path without him

And I'm sure they'll be a little later

I said to him: Do not let your eyes weep.

we try for kingship or we die and we apologize

And I am a leader if I return as a kingdom

With a walk from which you can see the frang azure

On a love that is not guided by its beacon

If the Nabatean oud is silly, scuffs

On every clipped tail, a repeater

Secret mail at night from Barbara's horses

I'm like Sirhan, it's raining

You see the water from its curves descending

If it is removed from both sides

Al-Haidbi walked in his tambourine and then fled

If I say our soul, I will see farang

On a flimsy leather, amputees

Baalbek and its people denied me

And from the air, the palm trees of Qais bin Shamra were covered

We smell the plum blossoms, where is his injury?

And nothing heals you, O daughter of Ezra

From the underage party if a transfer bear

There is no like a day in the filth of its shade

Woe to him if it is evening, nor Umm Hashem

Neither is Basbasa near, daughter of thank you

I see Amr's mother shed tears

Weeping for Amr, and he was not patient

So we walked fifteen nights

Behind the stew of Caesar's cannons

If I say this is a friend, I have satisfied him

And the eyes recognized him, I changed another

Likewise, my grandfather does not accompany a friend

Of the people but betrayed me and changed

We were people before the campaign of Karmal

We inherited wealth and glory, greater and greater.

And my horse was not timid, but I remembered

Its station is in Barbees and Maysara

Is there a righteous day that I have witnessed?

Petzef, the same hill above Tartra

There is no likeness of a day that is destined to be overshadowed

As if I and my companions are on a horn of white hair

And we drink until we count the horses around

critics and even think the john is blond.