The most beautiful verses of eloquent poetry

Eloquent poetry

It is the poetry that is built based on the rules of poetic performances set by Al-Farahidi, adheres to a single rhyme and a poetic sea with a fixed musical tone. In this article, we present to you a collection of different verses of eloquent Arabic poetry.

Poetic verses about morals

• And a person with morals transcends his remembrance

And it is favored in the back and revered

And you may see an infidel among the people, and you think he is

Infernal, but the lapel of purity

And you may see a worshiper shaking his beard

And in the conscience of his disbelief is Saqr

Go deep in your life, don't forget the conscience

The folds of the secret with God is confined.

• Creator of people with good morals

Don't be a dog that runs away from people

And take them from you with human beings, then Sun

Your offer of all filth from them.

• I am to be pleased with you generously

The stranger was delighted with his repentance and convergence

And the mention of chivalry and dew shakes me

Among the praises is the shake of the longing

So if you are blessed with a praiseworthy creature

The livelihood divider has lined you up

And this people have money and this luck

Knowledge, and that is the honor of morals

And money if you don't save it fortified

With knowledge was the end of impoverishment.

• The righteousness of your command to morals is its reference

So straighten the soul with morals

And the soul is one of its best in good health

And the soul from its evil is in a hotbed of turmoil.

• Keep the beautiful creation and pass by

What is beautiful and ugly is hidden

If your money is tight for your friend, throw it

Humans from you when it's time to meet.

• When I forgave and did not hold grudges against anyone

I relieved myself of their enmities

I salute my enemy when he sees him

To repel evil from me with greetings

Humans showed man the most hated of him

As if my heart has stuffed affections.

• A person may acquire knowledge and understanding

And he is hypocritical at the time

Lord of morals preserved from corruption

Its owners are afraid of critics

If there is no criticism

The bad morals of the people of the country.

Poems about sadness

• No sorrow lasts, no joy

You do not misery and prosperity

If you have a kind heart

You and the owner of the world are the same.

• I see sadness does not work for the one I lost

If I had more grief, I would have increased it

Everything changed after you

I don't see the world as I promised

I held your faith in success confidently

The hand of fate loosened what it had held

My belief was that you are the age of my happiness

The days betrayed me as I thought

I wanted you to live long, but it wasn't

Except what God wanted, not what I wanted

Via the loneliness of Mu'nis, you may not have executed him

O unit of the owner may have lost him

Farewell, he called me by his name, remembering him

So I was pleased to mention his name, so I took it back

I lost my dearest and best people

It is suitable for me if I sought it.

• O sadness that covers my country

For you I am overwhelmed by sadness

You are everywhere

You are in every time.

A circle that serves all people

without a price

I wonder about you.. Don't you complain of weakness?!

Which heart did not assign you a job?

Which eye did not load you with weight?

That invites you to receive a restriction

That's your challenge to say goodbye to shroud

That invites you to embroider a soul

That leads you to the plowing of Badan

Who will you satisfy, O sadness, and who?!

And when do you disdain to live in a country?

You are appreciative of it?!

- I want to leave her

But the love of the country prevents me!

• The book of the lives of the miserable chapters

Followed by footnotes to sorrow and tails

Life is nothing but a tear and a smile

What is more than this is curiosity

And had it not been for the hand of man, there would be no sorrow

To the poet of the innocent bird, arrival.

Poems about home

• I have a homeland that I vowed not to sell

And not to see anyone else possessing eternity

I entrusted him with the crack of youth and a blessing

As the blessing of a people who have become in your shadows

And he loved the homelands of men to them

Maarib spent the youth there

If they mention their homelands, I remind them

The vows of boyhood in which they yearned for that

The soul has drawn it even as if

It has a body that Ban Goder is dead

The home of man is a mother, then

A man punished him one day, he punished his mother.

• My country still loves you

As passion was before weaning

I accept from you where the enemy threw

Pure raging without raging

And redeem every boulder I broke

And it is with the bombs of the mean people

God beard greedy where they are

This is the worst scourge of peace.

• And he whose homeland is not proud of him

He has no pride in the home of glory

And whoever does not build a mentor in his people

He is nothing but a traitor who covers up

And whoever was in his homeland a protector

So his remembrance is a musk in the sleep and amber

And whoever is not without his homeland is a fever

That is a coward but meaner and meaner.

• My love is in my tongue and in my blood

My heart glorifies her and my mouth prays for her

There is no good in one who does not love his country

Nor in the ally of love if not an orphan

And whoever shelters a house denies its bounty

He was an animal above him every non-Arab

Have you not seen that if a bird comes to its nest?

So he sheltered him in his arms, chanting

And there is no homeland that does not have it

Redemption, even if he belongs to them

It is for people like the sun that has not gone away

You light them up and how many of them are my uncle

And whoever oppresses the homeland or forgets its right

The arts of accidents obscure it in the darkest

There is no good in him who loves his home

He set up to weep over a ruined quarter

And those nights were folded by its people

Whoever is ignorant of the days should learn

And the homeland is raised only by its men

And do people move up only with a ladder?

And whoever has bounty will be stingy with his bounty

On his people dispense with him and disparage

And whoever turns in bliss will be miserable

If his brother is not blessed.

• I mentioned my country, and Madame began

With my longing for the age of antiquity boyhood

I longed for a land with the greenest of my moustaches

And cut off from me before holding amulets.

Poetic verses about separation

• Except that my heart is separated from my loved ones

And if you don't show patience, I'm afraid

And my tears between sadness and patience Vdhaha

And hide from the wicked, disobedient and obedient.

• People complained about the pain of separation before me

He was horrified by the living and dead cores

As for what my ribs included

For I have neither heard nor seen.

• So the vinegar did not leave you except Malala

There is no reproach for him but parting

If I can't find what I want

For another, I have determination and stirrups

And not parting as much as I can, the

There is no parting in any case, there is no return.

• There is nothing on earth more miserable than a lover

And if he finds passion, it tastes sweet

You see him crying all the time

fearing division or longing

He cries if they yearn for them

And he weeps because they are close to the fear of separation

So his eye gets hot when he gets hot

His eyes heat up when they meet.

• Complain parting to convergence

And to Al-Kari, Al-Maaqi stayed up

And to solace, I am heartbroken

And to be patient what I find

And to the one who broke it

About me intentions as long as I long

And I folded my tampon on the air

When the hand of separation folded him

Patience, perhaps a difference

Coming close and agreement.

• parting

And a mother, and whoever dies is the best of Allah.

Pleasures are not at home with me

If I am not revered and honored

still good temperament

From the grievances thrown by every awl

I left, how many crying with drawn eyelids

Ali and you cry with sore eyelids

And what a beautiful earring in its place

Bajjaa than the Lord of the determined Hussam

If I had a disguised lover

Excuse me, but from a turbaned lover

He threw and guarded against my throwing, and without what he guarded against

Passion breaks my palm, my bow and my arrows

If a person's act is bad, his thoughts are bad.

And he believed what he was accustomed to delusion.

And he became hostile to his lovers by saying his habits

And he became in the dark night of doubt

I befriend a person's soul by his body

And I know her in his doing and speaking.