Isolation is not bad, it is a home for weary souls.
Do you know what makes me sad? They argued with me repeatedly, so I told them that you were different.
I can no longer bear the idea of meeting someone new. It terrifies me to imagine a long moment of frankness in which I say all the things I said before.
How can you be tough... How can you be tough and leave? How can you forget our love? How can you grow old?! You go away, you go away from my life... carrying the disappointment of a traveler!! Do not blame me, my tormentor, for my nostalgia...writes the memory on the line of thoughts.
Loss is: losing yourself in a past that has passed a lot while you are still living in it.
Tears welled up in the eyes at the farewell, and they sent out tears of longing and nostalgia... He said goodbye to what is meant by abstinence... The wretched person is divided, may God help... O Hasayef, our time and life is wasted. We meet for two days and the difference is years.
Things seem like they will never get better.
Sad songs are enough to make you commit suicide in hell.
It is nice to see something that used to hurt you and now it doesn't move you at all.
O eye, do not weep, live the blessing of oblivion... The loss of your tears falls on those who do not consider it.
Lately...I like being on the edge of things...so that the pain of falling doesn't scare me.
Do not consider a broken heart like a broken hand... The hand is forced and thoughts remain ill... Do anything, but do not let down someone who has put all his trust in you.
Change will be very painful when hearts that you thought were the other part of you change.
And whoever brings us back a dream stolen by circumstances!!.
In the north of the earth, and you in the south, there is night, distance, and conflict between us... I came to you while the waves played in every direction, and because of bad luck I broke the sail... You taught me your smile and how to melt, and your absence taught me how to get lost.
Do not trust someone who loves you quickly, because he either wants you for fun, or tries to make someone forget you.
Who do you miss? Search your heart...the hearts that yearn for people groan...and the hearts that yearn for God are at ease.
I make oblivion every night because I am fully aware that returning after absence is completely tasteless.
I swear to God, I did not wish... The difference will be at the time... It is not abandonment... No desertion, O you who think that I am in my beloved, excuse me to leave... And I am forced to leave.
The moment I try to be good...I discover that I am worse.
My tears are running down my cheeks from my heat...as long as you refuse to listen to me despite my love...how many times I have stayed up crying because the night has bored me...and you Egypt are the cause of my loss.
My heart has restricted cries that I want to get rid of...I need a hug to lay my head on...I swear I will not complain or talk, I will cry quietly.
No, the world has become narrow for me. I said, “Where are you? Oh, who entertains me. I miss all that distress. Even if the rope is tied in your right hand... Who gives water to the weary while he has dry saliva... Your excuse is with you, even if you commit evil, it will not disgrace you... And if you commit adultery, then you are beautiful without comment.
How I wish I could get away from everything...until I couldn't stand it anymore.
Don't worry about me time...it's okay...and don't worry about what happens to me...I still get deceived and hurt by the closest people...don't worry because it's really okay...you know why? Because my life is like this!!.
They think that when we are silent we are fine. I wish they could hear the noise of our hearts and realize that we are screaming silently.
Able to go away if you are not able...as long as it comes from you, I mean, what will happen...your beauty that is in the mirrors is only fleeting...like the scent of a rose, its life is short...these are my letters, and I am not a poet, but from your repentance, I have learned a lot by leaving you and your conscience while you are a messenger...the cruelest thing is ((torture of conscience) )).
Damn those hearts that hurt without realizing it.
I don't need people who care about me temporarily...and who simply don't care about me.
I still think a thousand times, “Did you love me?” Or did the world throw me at you instead of someone else?
You broke my image with your eyes, and what is broken will be difficult to come back again...and if there is anything left in your hands, throw it at me and break me with your eyes of ice.
I no longer care about anything but my heart. I am tired of the people and friends I have on my fingers who cut off my hand.
What happened is enough for me... Oh my heart, do not be shocked... Everything is possible in existence... He who dies cannot return.
I adore silence and I think it is one of my most wonderful qualities...even the language of silence is one of my languages...silence is the title of my lines in my verses...and silence is a rule that I follow in my life...it is not necessary for me to speak until you understand my contents...you can look into my eyes and find all my answers...so whoever does not understand my silence How will he understand my words?
The story of my torment did not happen to lovers... I once complained about the situation that happened to me... O people, I have no titles for happiness... Happiness has no scope in my life... I carry my wounds and hold back tears in my eyes... and I complain of separation from what is dear to the soul.
I wish I hadn't told anyone about you...so that the disappointment would remain between you and me only.
I have exceeded patience by miles and it is not possible for him to race with me... I left him the day you left me and I left until my eyes hurt... Okay, I declare to her that I am dead and everyone leaves me, and if you pass by my memory, please forget me.
They talk to me about loneliness, so I smile. There is no one who has been broken and broken by loneliness like me! They talk to me about silence, so I smile. No one loves silence and is addicted to it like me! They talk to me about the cold, so I smile. No one has been muted by the cold and whose ribs have shivered like me! And they tell me about you and I cry! No one... loves you... like me.
Do you look sad or are the eyes of the night worried? Is my complaint big or is my concern too much? Dead and joy, but I am anxious tricks? Or that the wound in my heart is huge...and it has caused me pain.
Sadness is always elegant, it only chooses good hearts, just like us!
You have deceived me in my world, and the effect of emotions has deceived me. I think that you are my love in my life, but your truth has become clear to me (salvation) From today I am looking for someone to comfort me and keep your cruelty away from me.
We cry to forget... and we forget to live... and we live to love... and we love to cry... this is life... so shame on everyone who tortures, betrays, and underestimates the feelings of a human being... as if he does not know that in this universe, as you condemn, you will be condemned.
I see that you have abandoned me for a long time... and you have not returned to me since that day... you used to be impatient with me... and you have disobeyed my love since you forbade me... so how have those characteristics changed?! And who is this about me? My peace be upon you... still blows with the breeze to your arms.
God, at the end of our love, you are the one who started... Oh God, what a shock and what a mistake my life is... you were my dream, you were my joy, you were my people... you were my home, you were my soul, and more precious than my precious things.
Oh, I have given you so much, and you have taken so much more... I was silent and did not speak or express my silence... and the calamity is that the more I gave to your eyes, the more you forgot... I would like to know only one thing, where my sacrifices went.
No matter how far apart we are, your love is planted in my heart... and separation does not happen and I cannot prevent it... and love is not a passing word... love is in the conscience and in the hidden soul of all of it... I gave you all my love and all my emotions and anything about you that I cannot prevent... let my tears hurt the cheek and change it and Job was patient in the face of blindness and then saw the light for whom The one who loses him is present, and I am patiently patient. May God make me forget the sadness and lift it up.
From my eyes, I only asked for a little... I am present and grateful to stay away from you... I withdraw silently, leaving no evidence and I promise to forget you and forget you forever... Do not think that staying away from you is impossible!! No, by the Lord of the universe, I challenge you yet.
After my death, I wet the soil of the graves with tears... and embrace me with the specters of departure without return... “Forgive me, forgive me” and remind me of the love that dwells in my ribs... after my death... come on the night of my departure... join them in my washing... do not leave... teach them who you are... say: you live in my eyes after my death.
How difficult it is to live deceived... that delusion is the one that draws the path to tears... Please do not be sad or cry for a person... who takes love as the path to tears.
You deceived me, killed me, played with my feelings, and hurt me, but I will forget my pain and forget my wounds... and I will emerge from the miserable experience of your love stronger than before entering the prison of your deceptive love.
From my imagination, your false ghost is hidden... There are no feelings in my eyes, no nostalgia... Like what is between the Pleiades and the Pleiades... There are millions of years between us.
May God forgive you guys... the one who rejected me and forgot me... the one who rejected me and forgot me... without any fault or sin... I did not do any shortcomings... and I did not let him down in my time... I used to treat him with affection... between love and appreciation.
If I had not felt a beating inside my chest, I would not have believed that my heart was in its place...I ask God for forgiveness. How did this heart not die and how did it beat after it was gone...The last calamity added to the mud has made a difference. The beloved who has the whole heart. The story of my life has become like a tragedy. A sad story and the end is boring.
I was upset because your words hurt my heart. I did not expect these words from you... You spoke as if you hated my beloved and left me with all the blame, my friend. I was satisfied with my share, and even your words began to make pigeons cry over it. It is forbidden for you to hurt my heart, leave me with my worries, and make me forget the taste of a dream.
My journey with you has been long... and I have never complained about you, and today another person took you... for the sake of keeping me away from you... I wished to continue my journey with your love... and for you to stay with the one who makes you happy... I will keep your preciousness in my heart... and no matter how long your life is, I promise you... you will be the same as you are, and your level will never go down in my eyes.
It is strange how we were lovers and how we longed for each other. Time has increased our torment and I have become dead in your love... you left me without any reasons... my destiny was lost because of your love... I did not know love is acting and games... I see the moon and my eyes meet you... and I light a candle for you when the moon is absent from you.
I wish I could ask you and my eyelids could sleep after being separated from you... O you who resided in the heart from the day I met you. I surrendered my heart and my soul to you in your right hand... and you stabbed it with the sword of your treachery without any retaliation.
My tears ran to safety, I remembered your night... How can I forget the love that lives in the depths?
Every time the eye shed a tear that would flow... I said, "I will bring a second tear to wash it away... No one cried on the day of separation except in the afternoon... The tear of the Savior comes in haste... He has no joy for his companion on the day of departure... He tore his pocket and crossed it, do not give him any patience... If he complains about those who call him a wretched... even if he conceals his sorrow in his heart... Kill him.
We started with a meeting...and we ended with a farewell...the smile of your lips became a meeting...and the tears in my eyes became a farewell.
This is my voice with you today, and tomorrow it may be out of your ears... Forgive me if one day I break your thoughts or with a word I hurt your feelings... If I die, my grave is empty and filled with the warmth of your love, and just as you resided in my heart, so will your eyes.
