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 Romantic poetry

Poetry is one of the literary arts, which many poets excelled in. This art requires a real talent and a very high feeling, so that the poet expresses what is going on in himself, from sadness, love, praise or parting, and we will mention here some of the lines of love and romance:

I love you so much

Nizar bin Tawfiq al-Qabbani was born and died in (1923-1998 AD), a contemporary Syrian diplomat and poet, born on March 21, 1923 AD from an ancient Damascene family, as his grandfather Abu Khalil al-Qabbani is considered the pioneer of Arab theater. He issued his first collection in 1944 AD entitled "She told me the brunette" In his hometown of Damascus, Nizar classified this poem as a romantic poem: [1]

I love you so much

And I know the road to the impossible is long

I know you are six women

I have no alternative

And I know that the time of tenderness is over

And the beautiful speech died

I am not women what to say

I love you too

I love you so much and I know that I live in exile

And you are in exile

And between you and me

Wind

And cloudy

And lightning

And thunder

Snow and fire

I know that reaching your eyes is an illusion

I know that I can reach you

Suicide

I am happy

To tear myself up for you, dear

If only they would give me

To repeat your love a second time

None of you spun your shirt from leaf

None of your diet patience with raindrops

I love you so much

And I know that I am traveling in the sea of ​​your eyes

Without certainty

I leave my mind behind and run

I run

I run after my insane

Whatever woman holds the heart in her hands

By God, I asked you not to leave me

do not leave me

What would I be if you weren't

I love you so much

Very, very

And I refuse to resign from the fire of your love

Can the deceased with love to resign

And what is my concern

If you get out of love alive

And what is my concern

If you come out dead

I want your behavior and the heart refuses

Ahmed Shawki Ali Ahmed Shawki Bey Born Ahmed Shawki in the Hanafi neighborhood in Cairo, born on October 16, 1868 AD, to a Circassian father and a Greek-Turkish mother, he is an Egyptian writer and poet who is considered one of the greatest Arabic poets in modern times, nicknamed "The Prince of Poets". Until death surprised him after he had finished composing a long poem that revives the shark project that the youth of Egypt promoted, and he died on October 14, 1932 AD, and among his poems with love and romance: [2]

I want your goodness and my heart refuses

Your admonition, and the fullness of your soul, shall be blamed

And I forsake you, and my sleep forsakes me

And the darkness illuminates me with misery and agony

And I remind you to see all good

My eyes are filled with my heart

I complain about my torment in your whims

And I reward you for the torture

I know that your perseverance is a remedy

Why is it that I made love persistent

Perhaps reproached as living, complaining

And the fullness of the soul from it is a whim and a blunder

Attract me for fluffiness

I reproached you with love and cease your reproach

All navigating people is a sin

If the embarrassment is considered a sin on you

I took your passion from my eyes and my heart

My eyes have called, and my heart is nourished

You are an example of the merits

You have a template in it and a heart

I love you when you praise the good

I am afraid that the wandering will become a constant

And they said: In the alternative is satisfaction and spirit

I threw the replacement, hard chop

And I reviewed Rashad Asay Aslo

What Bali with solace Osby

If the cup does not let go my worries

The butler's hand repented and repented

For I am excused from drinking it

And the most honorable among the virgins of the monastery drink

I have a soul that I show it, and it will glory

Like a rose, rub it together

love Book

Nizar bin Tawfiq al-Qabbani was born in 1923 AD, and he is a contemporary Syrian diplomat and poet, and he inherited from his father his tendency towards poetry as he inherited from his grandfather his love for art in its various forms, Nizar was on a marine school trip to Rome in 1939 AD when he wrote his first poetry verses flirting with waves and fish In 1997, Qabbani was suffering from a deterioration in his health and after several months he passed away on April 30, 1998 at the age of 75 in London, and he recommended that he be buried in Damascus , and from his poems about love and romance: [3]

Love, my love

A beautiful poem written on the moon

Love is all over the tree leaves

Love engraved on

Bird feathers and rain beads

But any woman in my country

If you like a man

Throwing fifty stones

The most beautiful love

Mahmoud Darwish, poet of the Palestinian resistance, and one of the most important contemporary Palestinian poets whose name is associated with the poetry of the revolution and the stolen homeland, Mahmoud Darwish, the second son of a family consisting of five sons and three daughters, was born in 1942 AD in the village of Al-Barwa, and Darwish is considered one of the most prominent contributors to the development of modern Arabic poetry and The introduction of symbolism in it, in Darwish's poetry that mixes love with the homeland with the female lover, and he classified this poem as a romantic poem and its type of prose: [4]

The grass sprouts between the joints of its rock

We were found strange one day

The spring sky formed a star ... and a star

I was writing a love paragraph ..

To your eyes ... I sing it

Your eyes know that I waited so long

As summer waited for a bird

And I slept like a migrant

An eye sleeps, a long eye awakens

Crying for her sister '

We're lovers until the moon sleeps

We know that hugs, and kisses

Spinning s food

And that the morning calls out my sins to continue

On the path for a new day

Two friends, we will see a palm near me

Together we make breads and songs

Why do we ask this way for any fate?

Is walking us

Where did we gather our feet?

So counting you, I am walking

together forever

Why do we search for songs of crying?

Diwan old poetry

We ask, O our love, will it last

I love you caravans love an oasis of grass and water

And the poor love the loaf

The grass sprouts between the joints of its rock

We found Westerners one day

And always be gentle.

God threw a mug in Buthaina's eyes

Jamil bin Muammar is Jamil bin Abdullah bin Muammar Al-Athari Al-Qudaih, nicknamed Abu Amr, a famous poet and fan of Arabs, he was an eloquent presenter who collects poetry and narration, and he was in his first order a narrator of Hadbah bin Khashram's poetry, as was many Azza, a beautiful narrator later, called Jamil Buthaina is very much in love with her, and Jamil Buthaina classified this poem as a romantic poem and its type is vertical from Bahr al-Tawil: [5]

God threw a dime in my eyes

And in the depths of its tusks with thrushes

She shot me an arrow with kohl feathers, it did not harm

My skin appeared, so it is in my heart

Would you not have accepted what you said to me

From the presenter, Judge Samam Al-Dharrah

So I died and you were not taught of betrayal

Is not a profit seeking a profit, not a profit

So do not hold it and make it a felony

I ranged from it in a saltwater

I accept my sin, that I have wronged her

And the rest of her secret is unclear

I love you more

In Mahmoud Darwish's poetry, love mixes with the homeland with a female sweetheart, and in this poem he describes his love for the homeland as his beloved: [6]

You get bigger

Whatever it is from you

You will remain, in my eyes and my flesh, an angel

And keep as our love wants me to see you

Your breeze is amber

And your land is sugar

I love you ... more

Your hands quiver

But I am not singing

Like all the nightingales

The strings

Teach me to fight

I fight, I fight

Because I love you more

My lyric rose daggers

My silence is a thundered childhood

And a lily of blood

My heart

And you are the riches and the heavens

And your heart is green

And the islands of passion in you d

How then do I love you no more

And you as our love wants me to see you

Your breeze is amber

And your land is sugar

And your heart is green

The kid goes with your passion

On your sweet embrace

I grow bigger

The cup reader

Nizar bin Tawfiq al-Qabbani says in the poem Qaraat al-Finnjan, which was not just a poem, written by Nizar Qabbani and sent to Halim in 1973 AD and asked him to sing it to see the light in 1976 CE. He established a publishing house for his works in Beirut called “Nizar Qabbani's publications” and Damascus and Beirut had a special space in his poems Perhaps the most prominent of them is “The Damascene Poem” and “Oh, the Sixth of the World, O Beirut.” As for the qa`irat al-Fnjan, its verses say: [7]

She sat with fear in her eyes

She contemplates my upside-down cup

She said

My son, don't be sad

Love you is written

Hey My son,

He died a martyr

Who dies of the beloved’s religion

Your cup is a terrifying world

And your life is travels and wars

You will love a lot and a lot

And you die a lot and a lot

And all the women of the earth will adore it

And you will return like the defeated king

In your life, my son is a woman

Her eyes, glory to the idol

Its mouth is drawn like a cluster

I laughed at her with music and roses

But your skies are rainy

And your path is blocked

Beloved of your heart, son

Sleeping in a monitored mansion

The palace is big, son

And dogs guarded by soldiers

And the princess of your heart is asleep

Whoever enters her room is missing

Who asks for her hand

Anyone approaching the wall of her garden is missing

Who tried to untie her braids

Hey My son

Missing is missing

I saw and starred a lot

But I never read

A cup that looks like your cup

I never knew, son

Sorrows are like yours

You can never walk

In love at the edge of the dagger

And you remain alone like shells

And you remain sad like a willow

You can never go

In a sea ​​of love without falling out

And you love millions of times

And you will return as the deposed king

Suhadi and night in you there is no limit

Ibn al-Saati was born in Damascus (553 AH - Ramadan 640 AH). He is Abu al-Hasan Ali bin Muhammad bin Rostam bin Harzawz, known as Ibn al-Saati, nicknamed Bahaa al-Din, al-Khurasani, then al-Damascene. By classifying the poem of Suhadi and Layla in You, there is some limit to it as a romantic poem and its type is vertical: [8]

Suhadi and night in you there is no limit

And good deeds are like becoming what I have a covenant with

If the lovers of your love are a killer

What does estrangement and repudiation want?

For those who respect the Indian, the nobility and the channel

Enough of your people, the cues, the fringes, and the lice

Reza Bey witnessed his sip soaking the echo

When would he narrate the harvest of the beard wanderer?

The dying eyes are safe for the weed

In the case of passion, deliberate pimping is not required

It educates not to aberrate to stab it

And what is not alive is watered with rose blood

If it breaks, then the Branch is lit by jewelry

And if you look, the sword, my heart, has a sheath

I appeal to her sick eyelids in my blood

And refuse to shed the fingers and the cheek

It is permissible for my heart to lead and cuddle the hind

And it is forbidden by a breast and what India prints

She adds shade when the sun is near

And she sacrifices a migration when the distance blocks her

Hugging and getting hot

And distant and draw near and delusion and guidance

It came and everything and the like converge

Delegations of darkness from the important horizon is blackened

So my eyelids, my face, and her buttocks

And my heart, its earrings, my tears, and the necklace

You have muted the anklets, the heart and the dark

So he slept on her the gaps, ornaments and peers

Peace be upon Najd and its shadow

And if only the owner of passion will help, we find

If the fire of grief extinguished after a silence

When boyhood after her dormancy

If I promised myself to meet her

He refused to despair of her that her promise was true

And refused to be cured of its breeze

He only has patience and affection

It tells the conversations of the dune and its banners

And without the dune the thigh, the barley and the cheek

Patience spent like a secret from his antelopes

And finding is like sickness in my mind

References

↑ Nizar Qabbani, “I love you so much , ” www.adab.com , accessed on 03-31-2019.

↑ Ahmed Shawky, “I want your behavior and the heart refuses” , www.poetsgate.com , accessed on 03-31-2019.

↑ Nizar Qabbani, The Book of Love , page 3-4.

↑ Muhammad Darwish, “The Most Beautiful Love” , www.aldiwan.net , accessed on 31-3-2019.

↑ Jamil Buthaina, “May God Throw in Buthaina’s Eye” , www.aldiwan.net , accessed on 31-3-2019.

↑ Mahmoud Darwish, “I love you more , ” www.adab.com , accessed on 03-31-2019.

↑ Nizar Qabbani, “ Qaraat Al- Finjan” , www.adab.com , accessed on 03/31/2019.

↑ Ibn Al-Saati, “Suhadi and Leila in You There Is No Limit , ” www.aldiwan.net , accessed on 31-3-2019.