The most beautiful verses of poetry

There are many beautiful poetic verses for which there is no alternative and which, no matter how much time passes, remain distinctive, and we review them:

The poet says:

Sorrow turns me side to side as if I were on the tips of spears

Love called me towards you, Umm Amr, and I flew to you with the flapping of a wing

And the poet says:

I adore Haifa and I adore mentioning her, but I manage and the lover manages

Adi bin Zaid says:

I do not see death being preceded by anything that confuses death, both the rich and the poor

I will ask for the distance of the house from you so that you may come closer and my eyes will shed tears until they freeze

Qatari bin Al-Fuja’a says:

I say to her, and she has flown away like a ray of heroes, woe to you, you will not heed, for if you asked for a day to remain on the term that is yours, you would not be obeyed, so be patient in the field of death with patience, for what I can achieve immortality is not the garment of remaining in the garment of isolation, so that my brother, submissiveness, the path of death, is the goal of every living person, so his caller is to the people of the earth. He does not become bored with boredom and age, and his longing continues without interruption. And there is no good in a person’s life if he counts among those who have lost his possessions

Jarir says in his wife's eulogy:

If it were not for modesty, I would have been filled with anger, and I would have visited your grave while the beloved was being visited

I looked, but I did not enjoy seeing the grave where the digger had reached

And my heart was disturbed when I became arrogant while those of your children who had amulets were small

I saw that you had the most beautiful view, and with beauty there was serenity and dignity

And when you walk, you will see your fire illuminating a beautiful face adorned with fluorescence

May the angels who have chosen, the righteous and the righteous, bless you

Antarah bin Shaddad flirts with Abla:

The coolness of the Hejaz breeze at dawn **** when it brings me its fragrant scent

More delicious to me than the nights, the money, and the full moon.

I do not desire the kingship of Chosroes if the face of my Beloved is not out of my sight.

He watered the tents that were pitched on the **** of the human drink and the rain shower.

Houses in which the full moons appear, covered with the darkness of hair.

Her limbs sank and she was exhausted **** as if her face had bled

Whites and browns protecting their nests **** Lions of the jungle with whites and browns

My heart was captured by one of them, a maid smeared with poplars.

She shows you from her mouth when she smiles, Madam's cup studded with pearls

The gazelle lent the magic of her eye **** and Laith Al-Shara spent the night cautiously

Khoud Raddah, Haifa, charming, **** ashamed of beauty, the joy of the moon

Oh, the fire of love in my liver **** You shoot arrows of sparks at my heart

The wind blew from the master of knowledge Al-Saadi **** Its coolness floated the heat of youth and existence

And he reminded me of a people whose covenants I kept, but they did not know my destiny nor kept my covenant.

If it were not for a girl living in the tents, I would not have chosen the day near the house over the distance.

She is nervous and magic is one of her moments **** If she speaks to a dead person, he rises from the grave

The sun pointed to her as it was setting, saying: When the darkness turns black, come out after me.

And the bright full moon said to her, “Do not travel, for you are like me in perfection and happiness.”

She turned away out of modesty, then loosened her veil, and the scent of roses was sprinkled from her cheek.

She drew a sword from her eyelids, like her father’s sharp, cutting sword.

Her eyes fight with him while he is sheathed. It is strange that the sword cuts through the sheath.

Faltering limbs, digested stomach **** smooth limbs, miserable stature

The musk crumbs lodge under her veil, making her breath more fragrant.

The morning light shines under her forehead, and the night shades her curly hair with darkness.

And between its folds, when she smiles, there is a madam director who mixes palm trees with honey.

Her neck complained about her necklace, aggrieved. So they fought over that necklace and knot.

O daughter of Malik, will the days allow for a cross that will heal the heart from the pain of the heartbreak?

I will protect myself from my people, even if they shed my blood, and I will instill in you patience without shunning alone.

By your right, I am most afraid of distance after you. Are you the most fearful of you in the distance after me?

I warned against the separation between us, and my thought was that I would not separate from you with my effort.

If my eyes see the mounts and their knees, I will spread the surface of the cheek before their loafers.