Love Poetry

Love Poetry

the love

Love can be defined as a feeling of attraction and admiration towards someone or something, and love may be seen as a mutual chemistry between two people, and it is known that the body secretes the hormone oxytocin known as the love hormone during the meeting between them. And the first person to be mentioned in love is the poet of love Nizar Qabbani, who said that nature is as good as him. He is a poet known to speak of love and anger . In this article, we will mention the most beautiful poems that Nizar Qabbani said.

thank you for your love

thank you for your love

It is my last miracle

After the time for miracles is over

thank you for your love

He taught me to read and write

It provided me with my finest vocabulary

He is the one who crossed out all women in a moment

He assassinated my best memories

Thanks from the depths

You who came from the books of worship and prayer

Thanks for your waist, how it came to the size of my dreams and the size of my perceptions

And for your plucked face like a bird

Between my notebooks and notes

Thank you for living my poems

Thank you

Because you sit on all of my fingers

Thank you for being in my life

thank you for your love

He gave me the good news before all believers

And he chose me as king

And crown me

He baptized me with jasmine water

thank you for your love

He honored me, taught me, and taught me the first sciences

He specialized me in the happiness of Paradise, without the worlds

Thank you

For the days of loitering under the arcs of clouds and the water of October sad

And for all the hours of error and all the hours of certainty

Thank you for your eyes traveling alone

To the islands of violet and nostalgia

Thank you

On all the years gone

For it is the best year

thank you for your love

He is one of the most valuable and loyal friends

He is the one who is crying on my chest

If the sky cried

Thank you for your love, he is a fan

And peacock, mint and water

And a pink nebula accidentally passed by the equator

It is the surprise in which the prophets have been hot

Thank you for your hair, the concern of this world

And the thief of all palm forests

Thanks for every minute

Your eyes allowed her in the old curmudgeon

Thanks for the hours of recklessness, and the challenge

And pick out the impossible

Thank you for all your years of love

Its fall, and its winter

And its cloudiness, and its awakening

And the contradictions of its sky

Thanks for the time of crying, and the long nights out

Thanks for the lovely sadness.

I love you so much

I love you so much

And I know I got very involved

Behind me all the boats were burned

And I know I'll be defeated very much

Despite thousands of women

Despite thousands of experiences

I love you so much

And I know that I am in the forests of your eyes

I alone will fight

And that I am like all crazy people

I tried to hunt planets

And I love you despite my conviction

That my survival until now is alive

I resist a wonder

I love you so much

And I know I'm gambling

With my head and my horse is losing

And that the way to your father's house

Surrounded by thousands of soldiers

And I love you, despite my certainty

That saying your name is disbelief

And that I am fighting over the books

I love you so much

And I know that your passion is suicide

And that when I finish my role

The veil will fall on me

And throw my head on your forearms

And I know that the day will not come

And I convince myself that my fall

Dead on your lips is a victory

I love you so much

I know from the start

That I will fail

And that I am through the chapters of the novel

I will be killed

And my head is carried to you

And that I will stay thirty days

As a child, on your knees

I rejoice at the beauty of that ending

Choose

I have given you good, so choose

Between death on my chest

Or over my poetry books

Choose love or no love

It is cowardice not to choose

There is no middle ground

Between Heaven and Hell

Throw out all your papers

I will be satisfied with any decision

Say, get mad, burst out

Do not stand like a nail

I could never stay

Like a straw in the rain

Choose a pot between two

And what is my fiercest fate

You are tired and scared

And a very long way

Dive into the sea or get away

There is no sea without spinning

Love is a great confrontation

Sailing against the currents

Crucifixion, torment, and tears

A departure between the moons

Your cowardice is killing me, woman

You have fun behind a curtain

I do not believe in love

The leadership of the rebels does not carry

He doesn't break all walls

It doesn't hit like a hurricane

Oh if your love would swallow me up

It takes me off like a hurricane

I have given you good, so choose

Between death on my chest

Or over my poetry books

There is no middle ground

Between Heaven and Hell

I ask you to leave

Let's part it a little

For the good of this love, my love, and our good

Let's part it a little

Because I want to increase my love

I wanna hate me a little bit

For what we have

Whoever mentioned dear was to both of us

Just wonderful love

It's still engraved on our mouth

It's still engraved on our hands

By the right to what you wrote to me

Your transplanted face is like a rose inside me

And I love you the rest of my hair on my fingertips

Right to our memories

And our beautiful sadness, and our smile

And our love, which has become greater than our words

Bigger than our lips

Truly the sweetest story of love in our life

I ask you to leave

Let's separate loved ones

The birds leave the plateaus every season

And the sun, my love

It is sweeter when you try to be absent

Be in my life suspicion and torture

Once upon a legend

Be once a mirage

Be a question in my mouth

He does not know the answer

For wonderful love

We live in the heart and fringes

And to always be beautiful

To be more close

I ask you to go

Let's separate while we are in love

Let's part, despite all the love and tenderness

It is through tears, my love

I want you to see me

And through fire and smoke

I want you to see me

Let's burn, my love

We have forgotten

The blessing of crying a long time ago

Let's part

So that our love does not become habitual

We longed for ashes

Flowers wilt in pots

Rest assured, baby

Your love is still the filling of the eyes and conscience

I am still drawn by your great love

I still dream that you are mine

Oh Persian, you and my prince

But I am

I'm afraid of my passion

I fear how I feel

I fear that we will get bored of our longings

I am afraid of our connection

I'm afraid of our hug

In the name of wonderful love

Blossomed like spring in our depths

It shone like the sun in our pupils

In the name of the sweetest story of love in our time

I ask you to leave

So that our love remains beautiful

In order for it to be long life

I ask you to leave

The most violent love I've ever experienced

The world blames me if I love it

As if I created and invented love

As if I had painted it on the cheeks of the rose

As if I was that

To the bird in the sky you have taught it

And in the wheat fields I planted it

And in the sea water you dissolved it

As if I was that

Like a beautiful moon in the sky, you suspended it

The world blames me if

You name or mention the person you love

As if I fancy

His mother and sister

This fancy that came

In terms of what I have been waiting for

Different from everything I have known

Different from everything I've read

And all that I heard

If I knew

It is a kind of addiction that I have been addicted to

If I had known that

Windy door, I opened it

If I knew that

Match of matches, what I lit

This passion is the fiercest love I have ever experienced

Let me come when he comes to me

His hands to me echoed it

And let me kill me before

I killed him

This is the passion that I see at night

On my curtains

I see it in my dress

And in my perfume and in my bracelets

I see it painted on the face of my hand

I see it engraved on my feelings

If they tell me that

Noisy, fun kid, what you brought in

And that it will break the glass in my heart

When you left it

If they tell me that

It will set on fire in minutes

And it stirs things up in minutes

And dyes the walls red and blue in minutes

I would have kicked him out

Oh dear that

I satisfied God as I loved him

This passion is the most beautiful love I have ever experienced

The most wonderful love I experienced

So let me when he comes to me as a visitor

With flowers I have surrounded him

And let me cry when he came to me

I opened my doors to him and dressed him up

I dressed and dressed

I apologize

I apologize

For your sad face like the late day sun

For the writings she wrote

About the clumsiness you committed

About everything that it has caused

Your pure body is devastated

And all the dust you raised around you

I apologize

I apologize

About all the evil poems I wrote

Collapse moment

Poetry, my friend, my exile and my dearness

My purity and nakedness

And I never want you to be stigmatized

For this you came, my friend

I apologize

The wild poem

Love me without a contract

My gentle in the lines of my hand

Love me week for days for hours

I am not the one who cares forever

I am Tishreen, the month of the wind

And rain and hail

I am Tishreen, so I will be crushed

Like a thunderbolt on my body

Love me

With all brutality the titers

Cry the heat of the bush

All the ferocity of the rain

Do not stick, do not scatter

And never get ready

It fell on your lips

All urban civilization

Love me

Like an earthquake, like an unexpected death

I am a man without destiny

So you are my destiny

Love me and do not wonder how

And don't stutter in shame

And do not fall in fear

Answer me without complaint

The scabbard shrinks as it receives the sword

Being the sea and the port

Be the Earth and the Exile

Be awake and hurricane

Be soft and violent

Love me in a thousand and a thousand styles

And do not repeat itself in summer

I hate summer

Love me and say it

I refuse to love me without a voice

I refuse to hide from love

In a grave of silence

Love me away from the countries of oppression and repression

Away from our city that was full of death

Away from her fanaticism

Far from its stiffness

Love me far from our city

Which from the day that it was

To her, love does not come

Love me and do not be afraid of your feet

Madam? - From the water.

You will not be baptized a woman

And your body is out of the water

And your hair is out of the water

Love me with my sin or my mistakes

I wake up or I am angry

And cover me

None of the flower roofs

O henna forest

come

And drop the rain

On my thirst and my desert

And I melted in my mouth like wax

And I love my parts

Strip and stroke my lips

To two halves, O Musa in Sinai

To a man

When will you know how much I love you, man

I sell the world for him and what is in it

O you who challenged cities in my love for him

As she is and I will continue to challenge her

If you ask for the sea, pour it into your eyes

Or ask the sun, in your palms I throw it

I love you above the clouds write it

And for birds, and trees, tell it

I love you above the water I carve it

And for clusters, and mugs I water them

I love you sword, ask my blood

Oh, I don’t know what to call it

I love you, try to help me

For he who starts the tragedy ends it

Whoever opens the doors closes them

And whoever kindled the fire extinguishes it

O he who smokes in silence and forsakes me

In the sea, I lift and throw my anchors

Do you not see me drowning in the sea of ​​love?

And the wave chews my hopes up and throws them

Get off the fringes a little, man

It still kills my dreams and revives them

Stop playing the role of lovers with me

And pick words you don't mean

How many letters you invented to send

She made me happy and roses would give her

How much I went for a promise that does not exist

How I dreamed of dresses that I will buy

How I wished you would have called me to dance

And my arms puzzled me where to throw her?

Come back to me, the earth is standing

As if the earth fled from its seconds

Go back, after you do not hang a contract

I did not touch my perfume in its pots

Whose beauty is? For whom is the silk shawl? Whose?

Dhaidi from the years of raising it?

Go back as you were, wakeful or rainy

What I am my life that were not in it?

To silent

Talk, talk

O beautiful mute

Love is like a white flower

Be sweeter when

Put in a bowl

Talk to me in simplicity

Like a bird in the sky

And fish in the seas

And consider me of you, my love

Do we have secrets?

Beyond two years together?

We keep secrets

Speak up

About everything that comes to your mind

About the house cat

About flower pots

About the girlfriends who

I visited during the day

And the plays that I saw

And weather, and travels

Speak up

What you love from poems

On the return of the clouds

And about the smell of rain

Talk to me about Beirut

And we loved the engraved

Over sand and shellfish

I tell you, my love

News lady

Act sweetie

Like all other women

Talk about the simplest things

And the smallest things

For your new dress

About the winter hat

About the flowers you bought

From Hamra Street

Talk, sweetie

What you did today

Any book - for example

Read before bed?

Where did you spend the weekend?

What movies did you watch?

Where have you been swimming?

Have you become

Tobacco and rose color as a whole?

Talk, talk

Who called you?

Is this Saturday for dinner?

Any dress you dance?

What necklace were you wearing?

So all your news, my princess

Princess of News

Normal

You look like things

Superficial

You look like things

But what matters to me

You are with things

And you are into things

Red only

Everywhere on the notebook

Your name is written in red

Your love is a demon disciple

Have fun with the red pen

He paints fish from gold

And women from sugar cane

Red Indians and a train

And moves thousands of soldiers

He paints a windmill, and a horse

Draws a peacock swaggering

He draws a sparrow from a fire

The feather burner, not careful

And fishing boats, and birds

And by sunset the pink of the apron

Painted with roses and rubies

And it leaves a wound in the notebook

Your love is a crazy painter

He can only paint in red

And he scribbles on the wall of the sun

He does not relax, nor weary

It depicts Antara al-Absi

It depicts the throne of Alexander

What are all the emperors of the world?

As long as you are with me, I am Caesar

Waiting for my lady

I sit in the cafe waiting

To come my sweet lady

Buy dailies

I do childish things

In the door of luck

I look for the Aries man

Help me, Aries man

Rest assured, Aries man

Will you come my sweet lady?

Would you accept to marry me?

is my sweet lady satisfied?

My horoscope tells me about a day

He shines with love and hope

He tells about five children coming

And for the honeymoon

I stay in the cafe waiting

Ten solar years

Ten lunar years

Waiting for my sweet lady

The daily newspapers read me

A cloud blows my cigarettes

Drink me a cup of coffee

A ticket for a woman he loves

Please, Madam, to leave Lebanon

Please, in the name of love, in the name of salt

To leave Lebanon

The sea has no color

The form has no form

And waves - even waves - do not speak to the shores

Please leave, ma'am

Until I see Lebanon

Please, Mister, to disappear

Any way

At any price

To return the sea to its limits

The sun returns to its place

Mountains and valleys go back

Please, madam

To take back my innocence

And broken time is over my watch

And leave me, and Lebanon

Any way

At any price

Please, madam

Realizing that I am a human being

And pull the sword that you planted in the mouth of the artery

Please in the name of wild thyme, sherbet, and basil

Snow, fog, shepherds, and flocks

In the name of two years they are the epitome of time

Basem (Jeita), hands above it

We are sailing in a wedding of colors

And in the name of the Hunting Club in Jbeil

Wine and smoke

And our abandoned house in Tabarja

And your hair strewn over the floor and walls

In the name of a red dress

I was as wonderful as a pomegranate flower

Please, madam

In the name of all the scriptures

Waxes, incense, and crosses

Please sadness, madam

If you know what the sorrows are

Please idols, ma'am

If you believe in idol worship

Please, in the name of people

Please in the name of the elves

To leave Lebanon

Please, ma'am, take you

All your gifts that stir frustrations

All napkins have the letter N

My shirts' buttons with the letter N

They are all opium

you

Oh, the most dangerous thing I have known of opium

Please take back

Your lamp near my pillow

Your white dog is one of my cars

It has become an addiction

Oh woman, you have made me addictive

My friend, on the green paths of (Yarze)

My buddy in summer sandals and white hat

My companion at the door of the Virgin Mary

My companion sad and crying

Please, ma'am, come back

My first relationship with things

To back the trees straight

And the Earth is round

And wheat, stars, and green heads

Please, madam

To return to the seas water

Please, madam

To pack forget bags

The size of my tear

Larger than the area of ​​the eyelids

Please, madam

To leave Beirut in the care of the Rahman

And it leaves me sad

He is my only friend for a long time

Lebanon

It was you, my love

And the day you leave my chest

Not Lebanon

Burning Rome

Stop talking gossip

Stop walking

On my collapsed nerves

What do I call everything I did?

sadism

expediency

piracy

obsequiousness

What do I call all I did?

O you who mixed love with commerce

Is purity in prostitution?

What do I call everything I did?

I do not find the phrase

Rome burned all

To light a cigarette

Outside of my chest

Outside of my chest

You don't exist

Out of my love you are Sultana

Dislocated

On earth you shall not judge

I'm the one who

You are a human being

Were it not for my writings and not for my hand

Without them, who are you in both worlds?

A hump her birds died

Oleander does not sprout, nor does jasmine

Outside of my chest

You are lost

Out of my hair you are anonymous

Buried under a tooth's ice

Malika was with me always

And you are after me

I became like everyone else

Message from underwater

If you are my friend

Help me to leave you

Or you are my lover

Help me to heal from you

If only I know

Love is so dangerous that I do not love

If only I know

The sea is so deep I have not set sail

If only I knew my conclusion

What you're starting out

I missed you

Teach me not to miss

He taught me

How do you cut the roots of your passion from the depths

He taught me

How does a tear die in the blues

He taught me

How do I rebel you?

And be saved from the sword of longings

I am staying after you

Like a leafless book

Oh all past and present

O lifetime of age

I love you, I love my poetry

Why do you kill in poetry?

Watery love for you

So why are you pushing me rocks?

Oh, who gave you sunlight

Why do the dark people guide me?

Oh who gave you forests

Why give me desert?

You who walk on land

And my body is chewed by energy

I am in the water

And your voice comes to me from under the water

And the features of your face

It comes out to me like a genie from the depths of the water

And the lines of your hands haunt me

Even in the water

Oh, if my memory sinks

If your face sinks, and history

Thousands of things sink

Oh how sick I feel

If you were a prophet

Save me from this magic

From this disbelief

Your love is like disbelief

Cleanse me from this disbelief

If you are strong

Take me out of this day

I don't know the art of swimming

The blue wave is in your eyes

Takes me deeper

Blue Blue Nothing but blue

I have no experience

In love, I don't have a boat

If I am dear to you

Thigh with my hand

I'm in love from my head

Up to my feet

I breathe underwater

I'm drowning

Drowning drowned

Drowning

Take my nerves

I cracked

In my flesh and nerves

And she smartered me with a squirrel

I broke into my voice, and in my language

My notebooks, and my undergarments threads

She sprinkled me with sun and wellness

And your Spring covered all my gates

I sliced ​​even in the veins of my hand

And my needs, and Akwabi glass

It sparked a thunder and a thunderbolt

And Sanabel, and vineyards of grapes

I cracked my hand

Grass butterflies and herbs

It's raining from my lips

And wheat grows over my lashes

I sliced ​​to the bone, woman

So hold my nerves

The cup reader

She sat with fear in her eyes

You look at my upside-down cup

She said: Oh son, do not be sad

Love is written on you

My son, he died a martyr

Who dies on the beloved's religion

Your cup is a terrifying world

And your life is travels and wars

You will love so much and so much

And you die a lot and a lot

And all the women of the earth will love it

And you will return like a defeated king

With your life, my son, a woman

Her eyes Glory to the idol

Its mouth is drawn like a cluster

Music and roses laughed

But your skies are rainy

And your road is dead end

Beloved of your heart, my son

Sleeping in a monitored mansion

The palace is big, my son

And dogs guarded by soldiers

And the princess of your heart is asleep

He who enters her room is missing

He who seeks her hand from approaching

From her garden fence is missing

Who tried to untie her braids

Oh my son is missing is missing

I saw and starred a lot

But I never read

A cup that resembles your cup

I never knew, son

Sorrows are like yours

You can never walk

In love at the edge of the dagger

And you stay alone like shells

And you remain sad as a willow

You can never go

In a sea of ​​love without falling off

And you love millions of times

And you will return as the deposed king

Realistic poem

If you were a woman like someone else

When you completed a month with me

If I were interested in numbers

I would have had zero cards

If I were just passing

She comes with a naked woman

To tomorrow now with the anniversary

If I am looking for sex

I would have gotten it from another woman

Than any other

But you are a miracle

A miracle is greater than a great one

Raining rain of hair

Oh, my lady, I am a man

He cannot forget poetry

Oh woman

Black-eyed

Her eyes are equal to noon

If I have a woman like you

I would have been a heretic

Or fractional

My shameful cat

I was embarrassed by the cold, and he put me to sleep

Inside your magic grip

Hide me in it for days

He locked me in it for years

Caged me like a drawn bird

On a Chinese fan

Confinement is delicious, and exciting

Inside your magic grip

Do not open your hand and leave me

I care like a rabbit

In the wild forests of your hands

Do not be angry with me, do not be angry

I am your Shame cat

is somebody

Get angry at his shameless cat?

Let me play like a squirrel

On the ivory drawers

And sugar crumbs, lick it

Inside your magic grip

That is my wish, and what I have

More expensive than that wish

If I own a corner in your hands

I would have possessed humanity

Hide me in the bays of your hands

The wind is north

Hide me in the seashells

And in aquatic herbs

Hide me in your right hand

Hide me in your left hand

I will not ask you for freedom

Your two hands are exile

They are the most wonderful forms of freedom

You are the jailer and you are the prison

And you are my golden chains

Tied me, my Eastern king

I am an oriental woman

Dream about horses and knights

And in poetic words

- I am your mistress. - Oh, my lord

It fell in my chest like a tear

It traveled in my body like an opium

And like a forgotten smell

Traveled in my hair, in my breasts

A pagan spear stab

Travel - my king - wherever you want

All my steps are sandy

Travel, the wind is good

I am satisfactorily satisfied

Lost me

In the embarrassment of your hands

I'm fed up, I'm tired of civil

Where trees have no life

Where times are fable

Bring me back pure as fire

And as an earthquake primitive

Free me from my first decade

Rip off my wax masks

And bury me under the ashes of your hands

A Sufi martyr of love

Bury me

Where love pleases

I am Rabi'a Al-Adawiya

Her flesh and nails

Don't say: Fate wanted

You have chosen, and life is a choice

Go go to him after me

The oleander will not survive, nor will the gullinar

I sold my hair with a bunch of rocks

Tell me, did the stones make you happy

And I thought the mirage, the Garden of Eden

When there is neither heaven nor rivers

Don't say: I lost the days of my life

This is how gambling is

You had hair bracelets on your wrists

And on the path you lost your bracelet

Or is this that you ended up with?

Your glory is now hemp and dust

You were the Queen of all women

And to you all the land, and the seas

Then you, sister, became after me

A hill that is not visited by rain

Shamt I shamed you too

Only revenge is given to the killed person

I don't want an apology from you

What do tears and excuses help?

I can do nothing now

Everything around us is devastation and destruction

I can't save a pretty face

The fire ate it from its sides

You who ran away from love

And it is easy for women to flee

Why? You cry double king

You have chosen, and life is a choice

With Beirutia

We only stayed in the restaurant

Only left

The two heads joined together

Only left

The movements of our two lovers' hands

And the remains of sediment coffee

In the depths of the two cups

We only stayed in the restaurant

Beirut, sink as a pearl

Inside your black eyes

Beirut, absent entirely

Sand, sky, and houses

Under the receding eyelids

Beirut, I search for Beirut

On your eyelashes and lips

I see her as a seabird

I see it as a diamond necklace

And I see her as a charming woman

She wears a feather hat

You are holding a golden pin

And hides a flower gardenia

Behind the ears

Beirut! And you are on my chest

Something that does not happen in the vision

From the day we met there

Beirut became

She is the world

We only stayed in the restaurant

Cashmere shawl on your shoulders

Basil Garden

Your outstretched hand

Greatest of all crowns

Your eyes are clear in front of me

The serenity of the June sky

And the childhood of your face is convincing

Most of all religions

As long as the kingdom of your eyes

I am the Sultan of my time

The restaurant is deserted

And I meditate on my cup

What will be with my cup?

Other than rain, and not wind

And birds of sorrows

A woman from Lebanon slaughters me

Equal to King Solomon

Oh my Lebanese love

Oh my Lebanese wound

No one else inhabits my memory

No one else calms my eyelids

All the women of the earth have died

And you stayed with my cup

Hamlet as a Poet

To be a woman or not to be

That matter

To be my favorite woman

My spoiled Turkish cat

To be the sun, my sun, my eyes

A good hand is on my forehead

To be in my next life

A star, a rose, or a spike

That's that problem

To be everything

Or waste it all

My character is, when I like

As a print of barbarian

To be

All that Nawar brings from the dewy grass

To be my blue notebook

My papers are my golden purse

To be

A word looking for its title on my lips

Child growing up in my hands

Oh, Siren, the sea sent me

Oh, a spear deep within me

Oh my soft wound

Oh my fire

And my rain

O barbaric drum beating

Understand me

I sincerely hope that you will understand me

Maybe I misinterpreted my thoughts

Maybe I didn't quite say what was going on

Maybe you walked to your love blindfolded

And blew the bridge between my poise and my insanity

I could only adore my insanity

So accept me or reject me

Hear me

I sincerely hope you will listen to me

There is no woman without an alternative

Fascinating your face, but in love

The charm of a beautiful face is not enough

Do whatever you want, but beware

Be careful not to kill my curiosity

Tired of my palm, ma'am

I knock on the impossible

So love as people, or not love

I reject half-solutions

O caliph's wife

O caliph's wife

The guards don't understand my case

O caliph's wife

My messages to you they reject

My red flowers they reject

O caliph's wife

My poems were written in light and velor

They did not accept to receive it

O caliph's wife

The guards don't understand, sweetheart

That you were my wife

Before there was a palace and the caliph

Your tough bodyguards, ma'am

They don't read poetry

They do not understand poetry

I tried to convince them

You are the sun of life

I tried my magic with them

So what was the benefit of magic?

I tried to bribe them with money

Or with wine

But they did not accept

To enter me the palace

All shortcomings since it was

Fear of poetry

Diary of a Defeated Man

never happened

That I loved this depth

It never happened, never happened

I traveled with a woman

To the countries of longing

In the past, I did not like it

I was playing the love role

never happened

That a woman's love led me to hanging

I didn't know one before

You defeated me, I took my weapons

You defeated me inside my kingdom

I removed my masks

It never happened, ma'am

You tasted the fire, and you tasted the burning

Be confident, madam

Thousands of others will love you

And you will receive the mail of longing

But you will not find me after me

A man loves you with this honesty

It will never work

Not in the West

Nor in the east