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Nizar Qabbani

A Syrian poet and diplomat, born in Damascus in 1923 AD and died in London in 1998 AD. He published his first collection of books, titled The Brown Woman Said to Me in 1944 AD. Nizar Qabbani established his own publishing house in Beirut under the name (Nizar Qabbani Publications), and he wrote many poems, including:

I love you I love you and this is my signature

Nizar Qabbani says in Ghazal:

Do you have any doubt that you are the sweetest woman in the world?

The most important woman in the world

Do you have any doubt that when I found you

I own the keys to the world

Do you have any doubt that when I touched your hands

Change the configuration of the world

Do you have doubt that your entry into my heart

It is the greatest day in history

And the most beautiful news in the world

Do you have any doubt about who you are

You who occupies parts of time with her eyes

Oh woman, you break the sound barrier when you pass

I don't know what is happening to me

As if you are my first female

As if I loved before you

As if I had not made love, nor kissed, nor accepted

My birth is you and before you, I do not remember that I was

And my cover is you and before your tenderness I don't remember that I lived

Like I'm a queen

From your stomach like a bird I emerged

Do you have doubts that you are part of me?

And that from your eyes I stole the fire

And I made my most dangerous revolution

O rose, ruby ​​​​and basil

And the Sultana

and popular

And legitimacy among all queens

O fish swimming in the water of my life

O moon that rises every evening from the window of words

Oh the greatest conquest of all my conquests

Oh, the last country I was born in

And buried in it

And publish my writings

Oh surprised woman, my woman

I don't know how the waves threw me at your feet

I don't know how you walked to me

And how I walked to you

You who flock all the birds of the sea

To settle in your breasts

How lucky I was to find you

Hey woman getting into hair makeup

Warm you are like the sand of the sea

You are wonderful as a night of fate

From the day I knocked on the door, life began

How beautiful my hair has become

When you educate in your hands

How rich and powerful you have become

When God gave you to me

Do you have any doubt that you are a socket from my eyes?

Your hands are a light continuation of mine

do you have doubts

That your words come out of my lips

do you have doubts

I am in you and you are in me

O fire engulfing my being

O fruit filling my branches

Oh, a body that cuts like a sword

And it hits like a volcano

O breasts fragrant like fields of tobacco

And he gallops towards me like a horse

tell me

How will I save myself from the flood waves?

tell me

What do I do about you I'm addicted

Tell me what is the solution for my passions

I've reached the limits of delirium

Oh, Greek nose

And Spanish hair

O woman, do not repeat in thousands of times

A woman dancing barefoot with an arterial entrance

Where did you come from and how did you come about

and how you stormed my heart

Oh one of the blessings of God upon me

A cloud of love and tenderness

Oh, the most precious pearl in my hand

Oh how much God has given me

To my sweetheart on New Year's Eve

From the poems of the woman poet in spinning:

I pass on my love for you from year to year

The student also transfers his homework to a new notebook

Convey your voice, your scent and your messages

Your phone number and mailbox

And I hang it in the New Year's wardrobe

And I grant you a permanent residence ticket in my heart

I love you

And I will never leave you alone on the December 31 paper

I will carry you in my arms

I will take you between the four seasons

In winter I will put a red wool hat on your head

so that you don't get cold

And in the fall I will give you the only raincoat

which i own

so you don't get wet

And in the spring

I'll let you sleep on fresh grass

And you eat breakfast

With grasshoppers and birds

And in the summer

I'll buy you a little fishing net

to catch oysters

and sea birds

Nameless fish titles

I love you

And I don't want to associate you with past tense memory

Nor the memory of traveling trains

You are the last train that travels day and night

over my veins

You are my last train

I am your last stop

I love you

And I don't want to tie you to water or wind

Or Gregorian or Hijri date

Nor tidal movements

Or the hours of eclipses and eclipses

I don't care what the observatories say

Lines of coffee cups

Your eyes alone are the prophecy

They are responsible for the joy of this world

I love you

And I like to associate you with my time and my weather

I will make you a star in my orbit

I want you to take the form of the word

and paper area

Even if you publish a book and people read it

They found you like a rose inside him

I want you to take the shape of my mouth

Even if you speak

People found you bathing in my voice

I want you to take the shape of my hand

Even if you put it on the table

People found you sleeping in her stomach

Like a butterfly in a child's hand

I do not know the ritual of congratulations

I know love

And I respect you

It roams over my skin

And you're getting under my skin

As for me

I carry the rain-washed streets and sidewalks

On my back and looking for you

Why do you conspire against me with the rain, as long as you know

That all my history with you is associated with rain

And that's the only allergy that afflicts me

When I smell your boobs

It is sensitive to rain

Why are you conspiring against me as long as you know

It's the only book I read after you

It is a book of rain

I love you

This is the only profession I master

My friends and enemies envy me

Before you was the sun, mountains and forests

in unemployment

The language is idle and the birds are idle

Thank you for taking me to school

Thank you for teaching me the alphabet of love

Thank you for accepting to be my love

The first kiss

One of Nizar Qabbani's most beautiful poems is the poem The First Kiss, in which he says:

Two years have passed, my future

And her perfume is still running on my lips

As if her sweetness has not gone now

Its fragrance still fills my cell

If your hair was in the palm of a whirlwind

As if your hole Ahtabi and my hearth

Say, have I emptied Hell into my mouth?

It is fancy that you are my holocaust

When you cross our gaps with warmth

I glimpsed in her lips the spectrum of my tomb

Stories tell that gaps are a sin

red that you loved my disobedience

People claim that the gaps are her playground

So what has devoured my bone and my veins

oh ok your first kiss oozes out

Shaza my mountains and my forests and my valleys

And oh wine gap boy if

I mentioned it flooded my throat

What on my lower lip left and did

I printed it in my inflamed mouth or my lungs

I have nothing left of you but a thread of smell

He invites you to go back to the den, madam

I love you so much

The poem I love you very much is one of the most beautiful things Nizar Qabbani said about love and spinning:

I love you so much

And I know that the road to the impossible is long

And I know that you are six women

And I have no alternative

And I know that the time of the beloved is over

And the beautiful words died

I'm not women what to say

I love you very much

I love you so much and I know that I live in exile

And you are in exile and between you and me

Wind, lightning, cloud, thunder, snow and fire

And I know that reaching you is suicide

I am happy

To tear myself for you, my dear

Even if they chose me, I would repeat your love for the second time

You who spun your shirt from tree leaves

None of you patiently protected you from raindrops

I love you very much and I know that I travel in the sea of ​​your eyes without certainty

And I leave my mind behind my mind and run after my madness

Any woman holding a heart in her hands

I asked God not to leave me

do not leave me

What would I be if you weren't

I love you

I love you very, very, very much, and I refuse to resign from the fire of your love

Can the orphan love to resign

And I don't care if I get out of love alive

And I don't care if I come out dead