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