Nizar Qabbani
Nizar Qabbani, the Arab poet who was called the Women’s Poet, was born in the Syrian capital, Damascus, in 1923. He is from the Qabbani family, which is one of the ancient Damascene families. He studied law at the Syrian University and graduated from it in 1945.
Nizar Qabbani began writing traditional poetry and then moved to vertical poetry. Nizar Qabbani developed modern Arabic poetry to a great extent. He was the founder of a poetic and intellectual school. Nizar Qabbani was famous for his romantic poems that appeared in his first four collections of romantic poems.
In 1956, Nizar Qabbani transformed from romantic poems into a collection of poems entitled “Poems from Nizar Qabbani,” in which he criticized the idleness of Arab societies with a poem entitled “Bread, Hashish, and the Moon.”
He had some political poems, the most famous of which is “Footnotes on the Setback Notebook” (1967), which dealt with the defeat of the Arabs in the June setback at the hands of Israel. Also among his important works are “My Love” (1961), “Painting with Words” (1966) and “Arabic Love Poems” ( 1993). “Which was the period of the nineties of his political poems entitled: “When will they announce the death of the Arabs?? And Joggers. Among his beautiful romantic poems that we will show you is the poem What Should I Tell Him?
what do I tell him
Why do I say to him if it came to ask me ..
Whether I hate him or like him?!
What should I tell him...if his fingers are loose?
You spend the night looking after my hair...and taking care of it?!
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And sleep on my waist with his arms ?!
Tomorrow, if he comes... I will give him his letters
And we feed the fire with the sweetest things we wrote
my dear ! Am I really his beloved?!
and would I believe his calling after dumbing me ?
The years of my story ended with him ?
Didn't his memory die like the threads of the sun?!
God...his little things torment me
How can I survive things... Oh God?!
Here is his newspaper...in the corner, neglected
Here is a book together...we read it
On the seats were some of his cigarettes
And in the corners...remnants...of its remains
Why do I stare in the mirror... ask her...
With any garment...I throw it on
Do I pretend that I hate him?
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How do I escape from it? It's my destiny
Can the river change it's stream?!
I love him.. I don't know what I love about him
Even his sins...they are no longer his sins
Love on earth...some of our imagination
If we didn't find it on them...we would have invented it
Why do I say to him if it came to ask me
If I love him...I am familiar with his desires