it’s you
- Mr Qutb says:
You are the one who was created to live
In the shadows of rational loyalty
In the shadows of rational loyalty
In the shadows of rational loyalty
In the shadows of rational loyalty
In the shadows of rational loyalty
Like the life of souls, they give tenderness
And she frolics in her outstretched shadow
And she frolics in her outstretched shadow
And she frolics in her outstretched shadow
And she frolics in her outstretched shadow
And she frolics in her outstretched shadow
Wherever love is a cult it appears
Like a depressed, anxious angel
Like a depressed, anxious angel
Like a depressed, anxious angel
Like a depressed, anxious angel
Like a depressed, anxious angel
My sympathy, as it embraces us
The mother’s hug is a mercy to the newborn
The mother’s hug is a mercy to the newborn
The mother’s hug is a mercy to the newborn
The mother’s hug is a mercy to the newborn
The mother’s hug is a mercy to the newborn
If the universe and life is beauty
And if living is a space in eternity
And if living is a space in eternity
And if living is a space in eternity
And if living is a space in eternity
And if living is a space in eternity
It’s you who blew myself away
And it came to my mind from afar
And it came to my mind from afar
And it came to my mind from afar
And it came to my mind from afar
And it came to my mind from afar
When I was sleeping I received
Various hopes songs anthem
Various hopes songs anthem
Various hopes songs anthem
Various hopes songs anthem
Various hopes songs anthem
In the shadows of wishes you see
Between the well-known Al-Talah valley
Between the well-known Al-Talah valley
Between the well-known Al-Talah valley
Between the well-known Al-Talah valley
Between the well-known Al-Talah valley
When you saw an aura of hope
Quiet, soft, friendly
Quiet, soft, friendly
Quiet, soft, friendly
Quiet, soft, friendly
Quiet, soft, friendly
Then you dwelt in a meek pamper
Then I was put back in Dalal Shroud
Then I was put back in Dalal Shroud
Then I was put back in Dalal Shroud
Then I was put back in Dalal Shroud
Then I was put back in Dalal Shroud
It is you who met a soul
With my soul, they understand existence
With my soul, they understand existence
With my soul, they understand existence
With my soul, they understand existence
With my soul, they understand existence
It is you who talked about
My dangers, in my awakening and in my sleep
My dangers, in my awakening and in my sleep
My dangers, in my awakening and in my sleep
My dangers, in my awakening and in my sleep
My dangers, in my awakening and in my sleep
If you are then this is my heart
It’s all pure pure vows
It’s all pure pure vows
It’s all pure pure vows
It’s all pure pure vows
It’s all pure pure vows
And exalted be the source of life as a jihad
A genius of aiming and escalation
A genius of aiming and escalation
A genius of aiming and escalation
A genius of aiming and escalation
A genius of aiming and escalation
Encourage me to jihad for a long time
The stress of life is very intense
The stress of life is very intense
The stress of life is very intense
The stress of life is very intense
The stress of life is very intense
Make me feel like a pure heart
Please help me and love my existence
Please help me and love my existence
Please help me and love my existence
Please help me and love my existence
Please help me and love my existence
Then walk with me to make a path
As mulch in boulder rock
As mulch in boulder rock
As mulch in boulder rock
As mulch in boulder rock
As mulch in boulder rock
A look from you and a smile of love
Leave the difficult as soft as cradles
Leave the difficult as soft as cradles
Leave the difficult as soft as cradles
Leave the difficult as soft as cradles
Leave the difficult as soft as cradles
You have my feelings and vows
You have my care and efforts
You have my care and efforts
You have my care and efforts
You have my care and efforts
You have my care and efforts
choose
- Nizar Qabbani says:
I chose you, so I chose
Between death on my chest..
Or on my notebooks.
Choose love..or no love
Cowardly not to choose..
There is no middle area
Between Heaven and Hell…
Throw out all of your papers.
I will accept any decision.
Guardian. I’m emotional. exploding
Don’t stand like a nail.
I can never stay
Like straw under the rain
Choose a destiny between two
And what is the most violent of my fates..
You are tired..and scared
And very long.. my journey
Dive into the sea..or get away
There is no sea without rotating…
Love is a great confrontation
sailing against the tide
Crucifixion, torment, and tears
And a departure between the moons..
Your cowardice is killing me, woman
slipping behind a curtain…
I don’t believe in love…
He does not bear the irritability of the revolutionaries.
Not all walls are broken
It doesn’t hit like a hurricane.
Ah..if your love swallows me up
It takes me off like a hurricane…
I am your choice..so choose
Between death on my chest
or above my notebooks
There is no middle area
Between Heaven and Hell…
in Jerusalem
- Tamim Barghouti says:
We passed by the beloved’s house, and they found us
About the house the law of the enemy and its walls
About the house the law of the enemy and its walls
About the house the law of the enemy and its walls
About the house the law of the enemy and its walls
About the house the law of the enemy and its walls
So I said to myself, maybe it is a blessing
What do you see in Jerusalem when you visit it?
What do you see in Jerusalem when you visit it?
What do you see in Jerusalem when you visit it?
What do you see in Jerusalem when you visit it?
What do you see in Jerusalem when you visit it?
You see all that you can’t stand
If it appears from the side of the road its turn
If it appears from the side of the path its turn
If it appears from the side of the road its turn
If it appears from the side of the road its turn
If it appears from the side of the path its turn
And what is every soul when it meets its beloved?
She is happy, and all absence does not harm her
She is happy, and all absence does not harm her
She is happy, and all absence does not harm her
She is happy, and all absence does not harm her
She is happy, and all absence does not harm her
If her secret is to meet him before parting,
It is not safe for her pleasures
It is not safe for her pleasures
It is not safe for her pleasures
It is not safe for her pleasures
It is not safe for her pleasures
When will you see ancient Jerusalem once?
The eye will see it wherever you turn it
The eye will see it wherever you turn it
The eye will see it wherever you turn it
The eye will see it wherever you turn it
The eye will see it wherever you turn it
brow and anger
- Mahmoud Darwish says:
My homeland, you eagle whose beak covers the flame
In my eyes,
Where is the history of the Arabs?
All I have is in the presence of death:
brow and anger.
And I recommended that my heart plant a tree
And make me a home for the lark.
My country, we were born and grew up with your wounds
And we ate oak trees.
To see your birthday
O eagle who is in chains for no reason,
O mythical death who loved
Your red beak is still in my eyes
A sword of flame..
And I am not worthy of your wing
All I have is in the presence of death:
Forehead..and anger
The Damascene poem
- Nizar Qabbani says:
This is Damascus, and this is the cup and the spirit
I love and some love is a slaughter
I love and some love is a slaughter
I love and some love is a slaughter
I love and some love is a slaughter
I love and some love is a slaughter
I am the Damascene, if you cut my body
to ask him grapes and apples
to ask him grapes and apples
to ask him grapes and apples
to ask him grapes and apples
to ask him grapes and apples
And if you open my veins with your help
You have heard in my blood the voices of those who have gone
You have heard in my blood the voices of those who have gone
You have heard in my blood the voices of those who have gone
You have heard in my blood the voices of those who have gone
You have heard in my blood the voices of those who have gone
The minarets of the Levant cry when you embrace me
And minarets, like trees, have souls
And minarets, like trees, have souls
And minarets, like trees, have souls
And minarets, like trees, have souls
And minarets, like trees, have souls
Jasmine has fields in our homes and a cat
Home you fall asleep where you rest
Home you fall asleep where you rest
Home you fall asleep where you rest
Home you fall asleep where you rest
Home you fall asleep where you rest
The coffee grinder is part of our childhood
How can I forget? The fragrance of cardamom is fragrant
How can I forget? The fragrance of cardamom is fragrant
How can I forget? The fragrance of cardamom is fragrant
How can I forget? The fragrance of cardamom is fragrant
How can I forget? The fragrance of cardamom is fragrant
This is the place of “Abu Al-Mu’taz” waiting
The face of a “winner” is sweet and sassy
The face of a “winner” is sweet and sassy
The face of a “winner” is sweet and sassy
The face of a “winner” is sweet and sassy
The face of a “winner” is sweet and sassy
Here is my roots, here is my heart, here is my language
How do I explain? Is there an explanation for love?
How do I explain? Is there an explanation for love?
How do I explain? Is there an explanation for love?
How do I explain? Is there an explanation for love?
How do I explain? Is there an explanation for love?
How many Damascenes have sold their bracelets?
Until I flirt with her hair is a key
Until I flirt with her hair is a key
Until I flirt with her hair is a key
Until I flirt with her hair is a key
Until I flirt with her hair is a key
Willow tree apologises
Do you forgive Haifa and clarity?
Do you forgive Haifa and clarity?
Do you forgive Haifa and clarity?
Do you forgive Haifa and clarity?
Do you forgive Haifa and clarity?
Fifty years and my parts scattered
Above the ocean and what is on the horizon is a lamp
Above the ocean and what is on the horizon is a lamp
Above the ocean and what is on the horizon is a lamp
Above the ocean and what is on the horizon is a lamp
Above the ocean and what is on the horizon is a lamp
You threw me into a sea without a shore
Demons and ghosts haunted me
Demons and ghosts haunted me
Demons and ghosts haunted me
Demons and ghosts haunted me
Demons and ghosts haunted me
I fight ugliness in my poetry and in my literature
Until a lighter and a lighter open
Until a lighter and a lighter open
Until a lighter and a lighter open
Until a lighter and a lighter open
Until a lighter and a lighter open
What does Arabism look like a widow?
are not there any happiness in history books
are not there any happiness in history books
are not there any happiness in history books
are not there any happiness in history books
are not there any happiness in history books
And poetry what will remain of its originality?
If an imposter and a psalmist took over it
If an imposter and a psalmist took over it
If an imposter and a psalmist took over it
If an imposter and a psalmist took over it
If an imposter and a psalmist took over it
And how shall we write, and the locks covering our mouth
And every second a serial killer comes to you
And every second a serial killer comes to you
And every second a serial killer comes to you
And every second a serial killer comes to you
And every second a serial killer comes to you
I carried my hair on my back and it made me tired
What of poetry remains when it rests?
What of poetry remains when it rests?
What of poetry remains when it rests?
What of poetry remains when it rests?
What of poetry remains when it rests?
I love you so much
- Nizar Qabbani says:
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 nostalgia is over
Beautiful words died
I’m not women what do we say
I love you so much…
I love you so much and I know I live in exile
while you are in exile
And between you and me
Wind
cloudy
lightning
thunder
And snow and fire
And I know that reaching your eyes is an illusion
I know to reach you
suicide
I am happy
To tear myself apart for you, my dear
If they choose me
I would repeat your love for the second time
Which one did you sew your shirt out of tree leaves?
None of you have protected you with patience from raindrops
I love you so much
And I know I’m traveling in the sea of your eyes
without certainty
I leave my mind behind and run
I run
I’m running crazy
What woman holds the heart in her hands
I asked you, by God, do not leave me
do not leave me
What would I be if you weren’t?
I love you so much
very and very much
And I refuse from the fire of your love to resign
Can the one who is in love with love resign…
And I don’t care
If I get out of love alive
And I don’t care
If you come out dead
Easy to memorize poems
