The most beautiful verses of ghazal

Poetry

Ghazal received a large share of Arabic poetry, so they paid attention to it and mentioned it in separate poems or in the Talliy book, and the following is part of these poems and poems.

The most beautiful verses of ghazal

• Omar bin Abi Rabia says::

I am blamed for my love, as if I have sinned it

This was enacted for love by Jarhum

I said: Listen, Hind, then understand

An article saddened by your love

My secret has died and my affection has been straightened

And he didn't explain by saying, my love, my mouth

If you are killed for no reason, I will tell you

An oppressed, interesting, orphaned article

Congratulations to you killing me, and describe my affection

He has lost your passion and my range

• Greer says:

I suppressed my passion until it dominated me

I cannot hide this love

May God bless the world if it is cut off

The causes of your world are the causes of our world

Change the night and you will not see its stars

Or was it so long that I thought the star was confused?

The eyes at the end of which are poplars

We killed them and then they did not revive our dead

They strike the core until it has no movement

They are the weakest pillar of God’s creation

• Elias Abu Shabaka says::

Do I have the right to flirt in anything else?

And a kiss on my mouth from her heart

It was as if there was a flame in her eyes

With her heart, the illusion is connected

It looks like ash when you notice us

A spring that ignites when it disappears

Oh the best of those who have compassion for her

And he loved the one for whom she wove

You poured your perfume into my blood, so I did

My hair smells like you are neglected

If it weren't for you, the hair on my liver would dry up

I lived without love or hope

• Abdul Ghani Al-Nabulsi says:

I am still in love, my hope

Mix monotheism with flirtation

And my eyes are watching over you

Her tears are like raindrops

I wish I had the light of your appearance

A glance to turn my heart off

My guts are upset because of you

And my body is in love, yes

And I will be patient on the day you dry up

It has disappeared and the wandering has not disappeared

And the smell of musk in the box is fragrant

He knows the extent of his inhalation

Does the light of the stars even appear?

On the extent of awareness of the dilemmas

He is the clear truth and everything

Everything else is invalid by agreement

Old not in the sense of understanding the universe

And it remains, not like the saying of creation

• Majed Al-Baldawi says:

This way you remain planted on the side of the earth

Waiting for the steps of my beloved

The path bid farewell to her

Her clothes touched the wind

Waiting, you keep counting the leaves of the rain

She has distanced herself from you

Water boats

And the pleasure of singing and money

Here I am, your child, still afraid.

Covered in soft rain and trees

I was still spinning from the sun’s cloak

Cane robe

And from the water plexus

A gold shirt

Traveling, I carry the lantern of my evenings

Playing on the side of the road turned her off

O star of the banks and houses

How long will I remain in love with the dream of a bird?

He follows the trail

till when,

I skin the ground by wandering

And when I'm tired

How long will I index the day and evening?

Silence prevailed

And the alienation of the body

Poems in spinning

Among the beautiful things that have been said about ghazal are the following poems:

I love women, and there are many of them

Farazdaq

I love women, and there are many of them.

The hadith of an-Nazr and a Kalaal star

Impediments to forbidden acts without obscenity,

She gives what is lawful for her

I found love that only heals him

An encounter that kills the vultures

I say to a girl whose hands are broken,

Its rider's journey made it impossible

If you knew, I would have said, “No, shame on me.”

And do not complain to me, you will be disappointed

For you have reached the age of maturity, so do not be

Like a mill filled with dung

For your souls are with me,

I assign you the urgent nerve

Turn the whip back from you so that it meets you

You have the last two eras, wherever they have traveled

So she did not leave her the desert of Ghaul,

Nor flint from the soles of sandals

You guide the wild gondola to Lama

She sat on a side and carried it as a stretcher

Indeed, before you is the Mahdi guiding

By Him is the Most Gracious, whoever fears misguidance

And your palace is the one who called him, so inform me,

Like the overflow of the sea when it rose and flowed

I looked at you as long as you did not wait for God

Enough of those who resort to you

With your permission, I examined the countries I have,

And I said, “Perhaps he is the one who set up the mountains.”

The treasurers of every land shall possess him,

I was not desperate to be coaxed

So he was no longer unjustly usurped,

Your father's inheritance came to you

And you have achieved the greatest victory,

On the pilgrims when he sent the mules

articulated, brought closer by inventions,

And Nakitha wants the extra food for you

Then God said: You are higher

Of those who feel that you are deceived

He gave you the caliphate without usurpation.

And you did not ride to force her against us.

When I took charge of the matter, it became difficult

Your hands extend to them for a long time

Ropes of community and ropes of kingship,

Its mountains will find them heavy

You left behind you, so they were at ease.

The place of the full moon, when they were destroyed by the new moon

The crown prince from your parents, in it

Creatures who have perfected Him with perfection

God-fearing and ensuring justice for people,

And the one with whom he has the most wealth

And those who disobey God increased in spite of it.

I do not accept sneezing and bathing

So the dissenters were, and what they wanted,

Like a shepherd of sheep when he sets up his horses

Behind her darkness there is fear for her,

To prevent it, and how rich he is in return

So your heel became the highest and they sacrificed

The wind blows north

Are you not the son of imams from Quraysh?

And the knight of foolishness is enough for you

An imam among them for the people among them

You made the inclination straight, so he straightened

You followed the Sunnah of those who distinguished themselves among them.

And from Othman you were an example to them

And a mother of three with three others,

It is as if their mother and their descendants

You opened for them, God willing, a spirit.

Their scheming cannot be deceived

Leave the snitches

Bahaa Al-Din Zuhair

Leave the informants and what they said and what they reported

There is something inseparable between you and me

You have hidden secrets in my heart

Neither the books nor the messengers are of any benefit to me

I have letters of longing if I send them

To you, the ways and paths are not sufficient

I come and go and longing plays with me

As if I were a drunkard

I enjoy the breeze from your homes

It is as if he was breathing from your presence before

How much I carry my heart in your love

What the heart cannot bear, it can bear

How patient I am with you and how I treat him with humiliation

It is of no use to the humble lover

And His mercy is upon a patient who has few helpers

Among you, the plain and the mountains became too narrow for him

My issue is in love, by God, it is a problem

What is the saying, what is the opinion, what is the decision, what is the action

My hair feels better when I mention you

The salty one is where spinning is good

Oh those who are absent, and in my heart I see them

Whenever they are separated from my sight, they communicate

Distance has renewed closeness in their hearts

Until it was as if they had prayed on the day of the battle

I am loyal to my loved ones even if they betray me

I am the one who maintains my covenant even if they leave

I am the lover for whom treachery is not my thing

Far from it, I will not move away from him

So, my messenger, to whom I will not reveal it

The tasks in which a man is known

Convey my greetings and express your speech to him

And kiss the earth for me when it reaches me

By God, let him know my condition if I am alone with him

And do not prolong it, for my beloved is bored

And that is my greatest need for you

You will succeed, and your intention and hope have not failed

And I did not stop working on my affairs whenever they came up

On your concern after God I rely

And you don't have anything to try

Praise be to God, there is no inability or laziness

People for people and the world is a reward

The good is mentioned and the news is transmitted

A person deceives if his demands are justified

Perhaps the tricks of their masters were of benefit

Oh, my words are his, if he hears them

He finds words to include whatever he wants

A flirtation whose gentleness captivates the mind

Its content is a kind of wisdom or proverb

The salt water is enriched by its navigation

Especially when she wears jewelry and clothes

Stop being hesitant about a matter you care about

Spending the nights precedes haste

You wasted your life, so be sad if you realize it

There is no compensation or substitute for life

Go ahead of your time for fear of its change

How the days and countries have changed

Determine whenever you want, for the times are the same

Neither the heir can push, nor the calf

Don't look up to the stars in anything you try.

God does it, neither kid nor lamb

With happiness, the star has no effect

Do not be deceived by Mars or Saturn

The matter is greater and the thoughts are confused

The law is believed and the person complies

Spinning my letters

Adeeb Kamal Al-Din

This time

It won't be like every time

A woman of flesh and blood

I am tired of your naked blood and your legendary ingratitude

From your betrayal, which is like a gallows without a rope

And I got more tired

From your bitter and sour transitions between innocence and guilt

And from your song: The song of the cup and the knife

And so

This time

You will be a woman of character

I can take you out whenever I want

In front of a group of monsters

White without bad

White, pleasing to the beholders.

Maybe

When you are a letter

To hold a bird of joy in my heart

After forty centuries of blind flight

Maybe

To meet my point and pick from it

A talisman of love and reassurance

I meet Hilali and see him running towards the Eid

Eid dishdasha

And perhaps

To meet my blood

I don't find it black

Like a palm from which the thumb has been cut off.

This is the last attempt at my torn geography

And my history, which is similar to my meaning, which has no meaning

This is the child's last attempt at me

And the magician's last attempts at me

The madman and the poet

And the guardian

And the ascetic and the one running from sea to sea

These are my latest attempts:

You are now a woman of character

You have neither blood nor flesh

No conspiracies, no machinations, no machinations

No heresies,

No whims

No and no.

You are now my woman

And my candle!

I was drawn to a lewd rope in my youth, flirting

Saree Al-Ghawani

I was drawn to a lewd rope in my youth as a flirt

And the sorrows of the wretched were raised in wretchedness

Crying over the ambitious eye aroused passion

Difference between a farewell and a possibility

How can there be solace in a heart that has gone mad?

He is raving about someone with a heart that is not crazy

He sought consolation the morning after being neglectful

Of tears ran in a careless wake

Had it not been for the tears of the eye, it would have been revealed

There are secrets in me that have not been revealed or hidden

Isn't it clear enough that I shoot with his arrows?

Until the son looked at me with a glance

From what he reaped for me, even if it was a blessing

Sababa said the stealthy greeting with the eyeballs

What will happen to the world if you become its bride?

The intoxication of flirting came to my mind

My crime of accidents is that she embezzled

From me are the daughters of the nourishment of generosity and laziness

Perhaps a day of pleasures is coming

I shortened it by meeting comfort and failure

And a night that has been invisible to the eye for a year

In it, I lost my youth about the partridge’s egg

That was my age, and there is no arrogance in me today

He drank the madam and played the idle pipe

If I complain to her, love protects her

My complaint and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment

How far have I come, while the eye of eternity sleeps!

His youthful days were full of fun and joy

And the goodness of the branch made me feel its affection

I rewarded him with thoughtful praise

And a town that can be reached on its knees, developed and developed

I filled her with the agony of humiliation

What is the place when this star is obstructing?

Rescue approached and it was time to go, so he departed

From the diary of a mad man

Nizar Qabbani

If I scream:

“I love you so much”

“I love you so much”

Don't silence me.

If I lose my balance

And I encircled your waist over the sidewalk,

Don't break me down...

If I hit the windows of your breasts

Like lightning, one evening

Don't turn me off...

If I bleed like a wounded rooster on your forearms

Don't help me...

If I break every custom and every system

Don't oppress me..

I am now in moments of great madness

You will waste the opportunity of your life

If you don't take advantage of my madness.

If I flow like the sea over your sand...

Don't stop me..

If one day I ask to use your eyeliner,

Don't fire me...

If I break, then light falls on your feet,

Don't crush me..

If I commit a crime of love...

The color of aged bronze is lost in your shoulders... my certainty

If I act like a naughty boy

I dipped the nipple of your breasts in wine...

Don't hit me.

I am now in moments of great madness

You will waste the opportunity of your life,

If you don't take advantage of my madness.

If I wrote on rose paper,

I love you…

Please read me...

If I lay like a child, in the forests of your hair,

Don't wake me up.

If I carry birds' milk... a foal

Don't reject me..

If I sent a thousand love letters

To you...

Don't burn her...and don't burn me...

If they see you with me, in the city's cafes one day,

Don't deny me..

All the women of the city know my weakness in front of beauty.

They know the source of poetry and jasmine.

So how to hide?

And you are depicted in the waters of my eyes.

I am now in moments of luminous madness

You will waste the opportunity of your life,

If you don't take advantage of my madness.

If French wine,

Loosen your hairpins without apology

The wheat surrounded me from all sides

The night surrounded me from all sides

The sea surrounded me from all sides

I started eating prairie grass like crazy.

I no longer know where my right is...

I no longer know where my left is?

If French wine,

He abolished the old distinctions between my survival and my suicide

So I ask you, in the name of all people, to understand me

And please, when wine says something about love.

Beyond expectations... that you would excuse me.

I am now in moments of brilliant madness

You will waste the opportunity of your life

If you don't take advantage of my madness...

If French wine,

He abolished the faces,

And canceled the lines,

He eliminated the angles.

There is no one left among the women except you.

There was nothing left between the men except me.

I no longer know where your hands are...

Where are my hands?

I no longer know how to differentiate between wines,

And between Dimaya..

I no longer know how to distinguish between the words of your hands

And between the words of the mirrors..

If at the end of the night I am scattered like fragments

Love surrounded me from all sides

The kohl surrounded me from all sides

I lost my name.

And my home address...

I lost the names of all the boats

So I ask you, after the scattering, to bring me together.

And I ask you, after my brokenness, to stick with me

And I ask you, after I die, to send me back

I am now in moments of great madness

You will waste the opportunity of your life

If you don't take advantage of my madness.

If French wine,

The kimono shawl off the Asian body

Then he emerged from the darkness of the dawn at dawn

And he took out an oyster from it..

He took out copper, tea, and ivory from it

And other things come up...

If French wine,

He abolished all languages.

And turned all cultures into zero...

And all civilizations are zero

And turn your mouth into a rose garden

He turned my gaps into fifty gaps.

If the French wine is announced at the end of the night,

You are the most beautiful woman..

They are fittest in stature and waist

He declared that the beauties in the universe are scattered

And you alone became poetry

In the name of all drunkards

And in the name of all the confused

In the name of those who suffer from the curse of love,

Please don't curse me..

In the name of those who suffer from heart attack,

Please don't slaughter me..

I am now in moments of great madness

You will waste the opportunity of your life,

If you don't take advantage of my madness...