The Most Beautiful Love Words
- To you, whom my heart loves, to you, whom my eyes embrace, to you, for whom I live, to you, whose essence follows me, to you, whose image I see everywhere: in my books, in my dreams, in my waking moments, to you, who makes my being tremble with the intensity of my love, my beloved! I long only to see you at the mere mention of your name.
- The days have passed, the years have flown, and as one year comes and goes, you will forever grow in my eyes.
- Oh, letters of poetry, embrace my soul, scatter roses upon it, and let him know that I cherish him, let him hear the most beautiful words of love.
- To the first heart I loved and to the last heart I adore, you are the purest face in this world, and the sweetest sight my eyes have seen. Affection is nostalgia, nostalgia is love, love is life, and life is a heart, and you are that heart.
- If only you knew how much I love you and how jealous I am of you; I envy you from my dreams, from my longing and yearning, and from the quick beats of my heart. I envy you from every moment of silence between us that might divert your thoughts from me. I envy you from every whisper that might draw your eyes away from mine. I envy you from every word you might say if I am not the essence of its letters. I envy you from the hands of others when they meet yours in a passing greeting. I envy you from every thought that crosses your mind, from a dream in which I am not present, and I envy you, because I love you, I love you, I love you.
The Most Beautiful Love Poetry
My beloved, sleep, my life, on my chest. Confess to me your feelings, and let your love flow freely to me. Share your thoughts with me, for I often occupy your mind as you occupy mine.
Come closer to my embrace; your cheek is promised to me. It seeks the warmth of my soul and desires to capture the essence of my poetry. Come, spread your night here and let it ignite a fire within me. I love you and yearn for your closeness; my patience with waiting has run out.
I am your heartbeat, the blossom of your earth, and you possess me. My waist is a ribbon, your lips are kindled, and your color is intoxicating. You confuse me, engulf me, and with your chill, you cover me. You cry and complain to me, and your heart is a spell on me.
I want your tears mingled with your breaths; the sincerity of love should ignite me. I want your scent mingling with your charm and your sighs filling my soul. I desire your whispers to scatter my being and your touch to gather me. I want your eyes to melt into mine from overflowing passion.
I crave your pledge and your promise, and I wish for all of you to surrender to me. I want your hand to guide me, and the flowers of your being to envelop me. I am lost in your world; you are my madness, and you know it. You see the embers in my eyes; you see my longing driving me insane.
- And I was never among those who allow love to enter their hearts.
But anyone who gazes upon your eyelids will fall in love.
- Your charm from me is that your love can be deadly.
And that, no matter what you command, the heart must obey.
- It loves you as long as the heart beats, and once it stops,
it follows your echo into the graves.
- You are the delight of my heart and its torment.
How bitter it is to find you in my heart when you are so sweet.
- And what amazes me more is the death of lovers for love,
But the survival of those in love is truly remarkable.
Love has indeed settled in my heart,
Flowing like blood through my veins.
Oh, friends, in your life, have you ever seen a
murdered one who weeps for his killer before me?
- If my heart were with me, I would have chosen none but you.
And I would not have accepted another in love instead.
- Oh, that this love could experience a love once,
So it knows the suffering of a lover abandoned.
- Your eyes descend upon hearts, and all of them
Are either a wounded or a struck heart.
- And indeed, I love to sleep at the wrong time,
Hoping to meet you in dreams.
Romantic Poems
Oh, the Love and Flirtation
Oh, the love and flirtation from the charming eyes,
From the gazelles that are not like gazelles, from joy and laziness.
From the elegance that is not like elegance in the lined pupils,
From the dolls that are not like dolls in their perfect beauty.
They came with grace, yet were but overseers.
Then they cast a glance, bound with the fate of love.
Then they scattered from here and there along the paths,
As if nervously overwhelmed, oh, the sweetness of this anxiety.
Retreating, shyly, oh, how fair they are in their modesty.
Then they met like fresh air, a hope among hopes.
Combined in joy, while some were full of happiness.
Diverse in discussion, for beauty is the essence of debate.
This one changes her adornments,
While that one decorates her beauty upon holidays.
Competing in beauty is like governance among the beautiful.
Then a beautiful one arose, leaning like a tipsy drink.
Her waist dances with the hero’s sword’s sway.
Standing firm, roaming, a marvel none can exceed.
Like the sun in its stability and its moving shade.
A sphere revolving in the orbit of her waist and hips.
Her chest like a palace built above a ruin.
And her waist, like a hermit lost on the mountain.
Every sigh shakes her from the aches she carries.
She still sings the lament of the lute, still and always.
As if from my ribs—when it weeps, it laughs for me.
As if she is a bird that has flitted from the rain.
She trembles like a captivated bird in the hand of the captor.
She sways not from folly while we all have our follies.
Amused, not from occupation while we all have our preoccupations.
Looking at a man while pretending to ignore him.
From eyebrow to eyebrow, and glance to glance.
Like the sun for the lover, and poetry for him like Saturn.
Smiling yet brooding, like the morning and the child.
Leaping and steady, tilted but not weary.
Between us, she says she stands straight, sometimes says she does not.
And may think she has sullied herself with us yet remains unspoiled.
She reflects on what she has learned from my lips.
How quick and slow can love be!
The Gazelle and Love
My pure gazelle dances with love,
So keep me at distances, though my heart finds solace.
She gazed intently, and released arrows,
From her glances, the courage of the gallant shrinks.
Like the gazelle mimicking the wild, I asked,
Is the kohl similar to your kohl?
And how many have blamed her for her love?
Critics who deny the truth unfairly.
When he gazed upon her beauty,
He burned with the fire of love and ignited.
Oh, what wonders lie behind infatuating lashes!
And the sword of her glances has slain.
So enticing with magic, like delicious red wine,
Sweet like enchanting melodies amid the air.
Oh, the goodness of that day when you appealed to me,
And the sorrows disappeared and faded away.
So I said to him, oh beauty of our meeting,
With the tender branches of the wildflower.
Oh captivating beauty that bewitches the mind,
And oh charming gazelle, with shivering eyes.
You have exposed the gazelle before the crescent moon,
And embarrassed the sun amid the morning light.
How much do you deviate while my eyelids shed tears,
With flowing streams increasing the torment I feel!
And why do you take me closer to you,
When I presented before you the hope of love?
And destiny has always brought me tranquility,
As I solidified my love amidst the joy and the bliss.
Farewell, Huraira
Farewell, Huraira, for the caravan is departing.
How can you bear to part, oh man?
Fair and graceful, polished in her charms,
She walks gracefully like a slow rain.
As if her walk comes from her neighbor’s home,
Passing like clouds, with no haste, nor delay.
You hear the jingling of her jewelry, as she departs,
Much like a lover leaning on a windy breeze.
She does not resemble one who is unwelcome to neighbors,
Nor does she avoid spending hidden moments with them.
Almost overwhelmed by love, had it not been for her willpower
When she rises to assist her lazy friends.
When she gives care to time, she hesitates,
And the movement stirs her aroundside and waist.
The fullness of her scarf, the whiteness of her dress.
When approached, it seems her waist almost bends.
Huraira turned away from us when we spoke,
Utterly unaware of how she attached herself to Khalid’s family.
Did she not see a doting man who troubled her?
None would care for leisure, neither excessive nor puzzling.
A beautiful dance, with the constant gauge of chance,
Like a thorn in her sole, with each slow step.
When she moves, the musk scent intensifies,
And the essence of roses arises from her waist.
What a garden among the gardens has grown,
Green with a downpour showering it unstintingly!
The rising sun walks on her; twilight shadows her round shape.
One day sweeter than her fragrant nearness,
Nobody equals her essence when the truth emerges.
She attached me as her attachment was presented,
Clinging to those less serious than I.
She attached me to someone else in vain,
While less than me sought to deceive her heart.
There I was, cherishing the coldness of love,
Yearning for the feelings concealed by absence and woe.
Doing nothing more than recounting rich phrases,
Pouring tears for my troubles, and letting them flow.
Until I reached what I most dearly desired,
In spite of the hesitation of the lowly critic.
Acceptance brightened my eyes as you held forth,
To grace me with delightful kisses.
Take advantage of what I earned,
And your benevolence grants relief for what occurred.
I accepted this counsel with warm regards,
And I embraced the sweetness of your honeyed lips.
Enveloped in that slender waist,
Sweetened with the verses of delicate musings.
My eyelids watered until refreshed,
With rosy cheeks blushing from my love.
My thoughts were perplexed by her beauty,
When my passion gracefully encompassed her.