Farewell to a Beloved
The farewell of a beloved is often described as more challenging than death, as many people articulate. The separation from a loved one is profoundly exhausting for both parties, leading to a state of hysteria filled with depression, distress, and sorrow. This emotional turmoil can only be understood by those who have experienced it firsthand, as it defies simple description. The act of bidding farewell to someone we love inflicts a deep ache in the heart; parting from a beloved is akin to the severing of a bond between two souls. Below are some poignant expressions regarding parting from a beloved.
Beautiful Words About Farewell
- Separation is a parting of hearts, and the farewell signifies a departure of feelings.
- Moments of farewell echo the essence of truth, filled with charged curiosity and intense tension, condensing trivial details while grasping the gems of existence, illuminating the insight and igniting the soul.
- I despise the customs of farewells; we do not truly part from those we love, for in reality, we never sever ties. Farewells are meant for strangers, not for lovers.
- Yes, I will leave, but without a farewell… I will depart without letting your heart feel my absence… I will go while I attempt to gather my heart’s emotions… Help me, O my heart, to leave.
- Does farewell have a place, or is it a vessel without a sail?
- Parting in love is difficult; what is even harder is when only one person remains shackled to that love and the beloved.
Poetic Verses on Farewell
Poem: The Procession of Farewell
“The Procession of Farewell” is a poem by the Egyptian poet Ali Mahmoud Taha, who was born in 1901 in the city of Mansoura. Taha established a significant reputation among the poets of the 1940s in Egypt following the publication of his first collection, “The Lost Sailor.” He is recognized as one of the prominent figures in contemporary Arabic romantic poetry.
This nectar, where is the poet’s cup?
Have the beloveds left the night of companionship?
Why, O life, have you claimed his heart?
Why did you not favor him with the love of the grateful lover?
Did you release your hands from him when they so delighted?
From such exquisite, captivating manners?
If he lived, your artistry would have been enriched
With wonders, as his beauty cannot be compared to others.
And you have grasped from his portrayal and song
The finest representation and the most melodious of birds.
Hope has muddled the yearning of his illusion,
And snatched it away by the hand of cruel time.
Our joy has turned into despair at its arrival,
A tragedy of youth in an untimely demise.
Resting on the thorns of the path, masked
By wounds like the pure martyr.
Return the elegies, O friends of his youth;
You will not extinguish the yearning of his memory with tears.
This lad composed the youth and shaped it
And lived the challenge with the tenderest feelings.
He made the thirty short years an expanse for him
And eternity the ultimate goal of his brief existence.
Sing about him with the poetry that echoed
His longing, the melody of the visiting beloved.
Sing about him with the poetry that fluttered
With his breath, the melody of the departing beloved.
These wandering rhymes are heartfelt;
They melted away on the strings of the enchanting singer.
So listen for their echoes in the procession
Of death, filled with overwhelming tragedies.
Nature walked through it among streams
Silenced and overwhelmed.
If she could have assembled her leaves
Into a shroud for him with fresh flowers.
And the lamenting birds trembled, shining
As they descended away to bid farewell to the poet.
O son of imagination, the peaks yearned to know you
While the stars hung between the heavens and the earth.
And the shores, concealed, I neared them
Amidst the tempests and the roaring tide.
Would he see your wing in the skies as before?
Fierce as the dawn’s bright opening.
Would he see your sail in the deep as it was?
Crowned as the rings of falling rain.
The struggle ceased, and the endless torrent halted
For those who lived in this world with a playful spirit.
And concluded old age except for a poet’s verses
Remaining of memorable wanderers.
The warmth of poetry expresses every sensitive feeling,
Not mere words, nor superficial thoughts.
And the exposed blood, it seems as if
It is theatrical wood dressed in curtains.
From the crafts of poets whose dreams
They wiped the glass from the rising dust.
Left behind in their time, as if they were
Shadows of a cave or illusions of magicians.
O people, in poetry there is spirituality
And the sharpness of a heart in a blaze of thought.
The blind man perceived beyond what
The hand of despair touched or the eyes of the gazer beheld.
Recognizing the forms of creatures and delving
Deep into souls and hidden depths.
Here is the bride of the night with her veins
Healthily adorned with bracelets of wonder.
And the star longs for the heart of a lover,
And arms welcoming, and the cheek that blossoms.
Is poetry the music of life, a symphony
Flowing from every passionate vein?
Lovers of Babylon, if they drank of its nectar
Would not refer to it as the intoxicating elixir.
And their cups listened to the singer
Whose joy clapped in eloquent phrases.
Or can he speak to the heavens with his tongue
While the people are diverse, with various voices and throats?
We did not doubt the curve of the tongue, yet unified
Were the dialects of this conflicting world!
Poem: As If I Were a Sail
“As If I Were a Sail” is a poem by the Syrian poet Mohammed Mufaq Wahba, born in Damascus in 1941. He has authored three collections of poetry, mostly written in Algeria, as well as two collections of short stories and one novel entitled “Ashes and Jasmine.”
Today, O my beloved, I lay awake,
Not having tasted the flavor of sleep until dawn, until this very moment.
I rode the wings of my heart and soared,
Wandering through a world of dreams.
I opened the doors of the hearts of lovers,
Stepped inside… I felt the throbbing of passion.
I read hidden secrets,
Spilled warm droplets of tears,
Carrying a thousand sighs in a serene boat.
A gift for the watching, enduring souls.
For every heart lost in the mirage of love that has not found its way,
I roamed through the gardens of passion, room by room.
I inhaled the spirits of desire,
Pressed upon piles of flowers,
Gathered all the flower buds, opened the aroma bags,
Crafting from their nectar, fine wine.
Intoxicated a thousand times without drunkenness.
And I became lost in the desert, O my beloved, love led me astray.
And I slept in the wilderness,
Building a thousand houses for the promised meeting… for our reunion.
I adorned every room…
With her and every balcony,
To impress the princess.
My darling, my beautiful beloved,
I created great hopes,
I wrote several poems,
You were in them visions, dreams, and inspirations.
I plunged behind my thoughts into a deep abyss,
Searching for a drowning wish.
And all the people, O my beloved, are asleep,
And there is only silence and darkness.
Then I returned defeated, knowing not the truth,
Splitting my sides with a deep sigh.
And now, O my beloved…
The rays of morning have brushed against my window,
And the shadow departed without a goodbye.
My soul longed for her and embraced her, kissing every ray.
She flew to her when she revealed herself in your splendid form.
O my astonishment…!
What a wondrous sight the beloved’s shade brought me as a fragrance with the breezes…!
And without any dreams…!
It wafted without a face, the scarf
Embroidered with roses, jasmine, and smiles.
O my astonishment, the shade of my beloved appeared,
Draped in the rays of the morning…!
And my fingers still embrace the pen,
So much has been written, my beloved.
So many have been torn, my beloved,
And I still roam in the lines,
As if I were a sail,
Having become accustomed to ruin,
Wandering in its vastness,
Pushed by the winds,
Thrown and lifted without wings,
Thus oblivious to any shore that it heads toward.
My beloved, I’m sorry, but I will not end these lines with “farewell.”
I shall leave the pen,
Until we meet again… reluctantly, my beloved, I will leave the pen.
Reflections on Farewell to a Beloved
First Reflection:
The moon is a companion to those who weep for the parting of the beloved… a refuge for those who lament the pangs of longing… As for me, I am a prisoner of love and a source of yearning… captive to breath and emotion… feelings that have ignited the pens of lovers.
Second Reflection:
How difficult are those nights… when I try to reach you… to your veins… to your heart… how arduous those nights are… how tough the moments are when I seek your chest to cradle my head.
Third Reflection:
In every moment, we curse farewell a thousand times… raining accusations of blame upon it… for it separates us from those we love and with whom we share companionship… But have we ever considered blaming the meeting instead?
Fourth Reflection:
My beloved, your farewell is killing me… you are always in my thoughts… in my nights and days… your image is etched between my eyelids… and it is the light of my eyes… your eyes… call for mine… and your hands embrace my hands… and your whispers enchant my ears.
Fifth Reflection:
After the farewell… do not expect the moon’s rise to complain to it about the pain of separation… because it will set to shed what it carries… and return to us as a new moon… and do not stand before the sea to stir its waves and increase its waters with your tears… because it will cast your burdens into a bottomless abyss… and return to us as a calm sea again… and this is the cycle of existence… one day it carries you, and another day you carry it.
Messages for Farewell to a Beloved
First Message:
My beloved…
When I sleep…
I dream that I see you in reality…
And when I awaken…
I wish to see you again in my dreams…
Second Message:
O my beloved…
Is it possible for distances to separate us…
And for our sighs to unite us…
You who captured my heart and soul…
You whom I have adored and who filled my world…
Third Message:
The hardest thing for a person…
Is to bind memories to someone…
Turning farewell into a state of amnesia…