I cry and cry with sorrow and darkness
For the poet Al-Haifa bint Sabih Al-Quda’iyah:
- I cry and cry in sorrow and darkness
- Ali a boy of Tglibhi origin Dhargham
I am eager for him, and he is not useful for me
- Unless you fight knights and peoples
Say to Al-Hujaib, "God will sew from a man."
- You bore the shame of all the people of Shem
Will your son be killed by Ali, son of Fatima?
- And he drinks water with troubled dreams
By God, I still cry and mourn him
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With all brown, the heel is moderate
- And the all white net border bottle
He replaced me by being away from him
For the poet Ibn Sana al-Mulk:
- He compensated me for being far from being close to him
- And whoever sleeps with him by staying up late
I am the one who remembers him in heaven
- And from my tears after him in a river
Between my grief and his good mandarin
For the poet Ibn al-Saati:
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- Lineage like morning is not invited
Did not leave this treacherous notice
- An eyeball of patience for the loyal task
bubbly eyelids seething seething
- From him in the sip of his Babylonian saliva
He complains about his buttock accuracy
- You don't complain about the weak, the oppression of the strong
Who wept, who laughed, and who laughed
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And the rich of passion is poor from tuberculosis
- So he was impressed by the rich poor
Will not answer the call is Baha Aldi
- N Turb al-Nada Hilal al-Nada
The carpenter is a descendant of our praise
- higher than the highest glory
And praise that he offered money
- And a juicy show on the mandali
Sayer, doer, and that is through
- In him it was before him in the Prophet
The promise is true, the covenant is valid
- The male proved alive, abundant Al Habbi
Without his delegation, he has no vigilance
- m in it or shake moderator
grief party
For the poet Nizar Qabbani:
- If the homeland is an exile like me
And he thinks of his mother's white sheets like me
And the black house cat, like me
If the homeland is forbidden to commit writing like me
And commit culture like me
So why not enter the sanatorium where we are?
Why not be a member of the grief party
Which includes a hundred million Arabs
When the heart goes away
For the poet Abd al-Rahman al-Ashmawy:
- gone? No, but my heart is gone
- So who says if I come to hello?
And whoever travels in my heart sees hope
- sweet" and see in his extremities and exaltation?
And whoever styles the hair of the night, does not dance
- His stars after we were absent or celebrated?
And who teaches the light of the full moon a song
- We used to keep it from others out of shame?
It reassures myself after I miss it
- And who dries my tears after they're down?
And whoever returns to Sabri his dignity
- After what is bothering about my wound and what it bears?
She left? No, but my smile left
- And everything that brings joys to me is gone
How much in my heart is in you
For the poet Ibn Alawi Al-Haddad:
- How much in my heart is in you
O life of soul and body
- What Twaa in the day in the blood
and alienation of oneself at home
- Other than my longing and my love
With you, my soul, my flower
- My mind has become a fool of you
My time is distressed and twisted
- You are gone from me, my hope
So my heart was filled with shame
- And my tears ran from the eyelids
Like life flows from a storehouse
- Oh tortured speech and mustache
You don't sympathize with a depressed person
- Melted guts from the flame
He and his ailments are in a halter
- Oh beautiful sweets and pajamas
And gentle and kissing
- You are the antidote to ills
It is pests and misfortunes
- O deer of dunes and tents
To the right of the lost and peace
- Do you continue to be in constant pain
Inspired by the artistic dimensions
- Your nearness to his highest demands
And meeting the sorrow of his desires
Between groaning and remembrance
For the poet Mustafa Al-Tal:
- Between groaning and remembrance
- The farther the old age expires
Then remove your hands from life
- One day I gave up passion patiently
What is the value and decoration of the world?
- If your heart is a rock
We turn a blind eye if a miss greets him
- It is fragile if you look at him scornfully
And his ribs are squalid and lonely
- Infidelity and treachery belch
It was like a ghost
- A grave that looks like a grave
The antelopes of Wadi Al-Seer are they alienated
- From Sarbken brown doe
She is the one who wrote her fingertips
- In the travel of my love verse gras
Ali recited a surah out of passion
- She recited it, singing poetry
And I went on to ask every babe
- Generous presence, a look of disgust
And I posted my dreams and told her
- In yourself and scratch the glad tidings
She cried as I cry and her tears overflowed
For the poet, Al-Qadi Al-Fadil:
- She cried as I cry and her tears overflowed
- And you did not disclose secrets like the overflow of my tears
A sign of an oppressed and a lesson of a lover
- A captivating stomachache and an awful color
She raised teeth to the sea of darkness
- He did not receive it except by taking off the shields
I was amazed at her when the night killed her light
- And it is not from it, but from it, a good effluent
I repent of sorrows and sleeplessness
For the poetess Al-Khansa:
- How do I repent of sorrows and sleeplessness?
- The eyes of me are calm, their tears are pearls
Crying for a rock that time has mastered it
- When the event of days and fate exalted him
His graceful manners exceed his talents
- Wafi Al-Dhimam, if the coven treacherous
The abode of the poor, and the abode of every widow
- At the converter if the decision blows
The century did not stand out during a battle
- Only for him is the day when the ball will surpass the nail
What a great cry in the ruins
For the poet:
- What a great cry in ruins
- And my question, will you answer my question?
Dimna, a wilderness, swayed by Si
- There are two winds from Saba and North
There is no memory of a splint here or who
- He came from it with a sect of horrors
My family settled in the belly of Ghamis, so they became
- Lee and solved Alawiya Balsakhal
You graze on the slope, then the dune, so it is
- The cat's homework is the same as the head
May a breach without it silence the sword
- A mile leads to miles
And a yuki watering on the fullness of boredom
- E and Sir and Mustaqbal Ochal
Inclusion after sleep and spelling
- R stood, sabbath, and sand
And a heart that is crazier, as if from irrigation
- u with its back to goth blades
So if the shrine is ruined by me, I will be deceived
- Do a few worries soft mind
As it is the concern and the hadeeth, and when it came
- Say to me the prince of sayings