Beautiful Poems About Eid
- Written by Elya Abu Madi:
What gift shall I offer you on this Eid?
Oh my angel, you possess everything that I covet.
Shall it be bracelets or a string of gems?
I do not cherish the chains that bind your wrists.
Shall it be a drink, when there’s no wine in the land?
Like the one that you pour from your enchanting gaze.
Or perhaps flowers, for the most beautiful blooms to me
Are those that have inhaled the fragrance of your cheeks.
Or a precious gem, as dear as my soul,
Yet my spirit is entrusted to your care.
- He further expresses:
O poet of beauty, behold the splendor of Eid
Invoke the inspiration and lift your voice in songs.
This bliss you once sang about,
Do not turn away from it in search of what is not there.
The allure of summer in both valleys and mountains,
And the ecstasy of summer, even in rocky terrain.
There is not a countenance you shall see but one radiating delight,
And you shall hear nothing but the song of the nightingale.
Arise! Tell the people of Lebanon how it survived
The tyrants, be they black or white.
- Words from Ibn Al-Roumi:
For others, there’s a singular Eid, while I celebrate two
Whenever I see you, O son of noble lineage.
When they observe their two Eids across the year,
Acountless delights I find in your presence.
They say the crescent of Eid has appeared, and I tell them,
The face of the prince is a crescent that shall never fade away.
The moon I welcomed, whose appearance I celebrated,
Is met with the crescent from you which grants joy.
Renew and recreate both Eids in blessings,
As the nights refuse to let them remain unchanged.
Should your beloved lead the army of Eid in its sequel,
You cannot stray in the search for an army during Eid.
Even if you stood apart from all,
You would be the entirety, while they stand as mere bystanders.
Poetry of Longing for Homeland
- From Mahmoud Sami Al-Baroudi:
Oh, how long my longing is for you, O homeland,
Even if trials have beset me due to my love for you.
You are the desire and the dream that arrives with the dawn,
And you are my concern when muted slumber falls.
How can I forget you in your absence when I
Have a heart bound in love for you?
I bear no weight, even if time itself brings me sorrow,
If only the carrier pigeon could deliver news
About my loved ones, for this would wound my heart.
Are they steadfast in their affection, or have they been
Misled by someone they mistakenly trust?
If they forget me, then my memory remains with them,
And how could a body forget its own life?
I have become lost after them,
Overrun with worries and troubles.
- Words from the nightingale of love, Al-Hajri:
Our beloved, I have not lived, I swear, without you,
Patience is easier, for my demise is better for the patient.
I yearn for you like one longed for their homeland,
As the gentle breeze stirs the nightingales at dawn.
The pain of parting is a story told by the lovesick,
And for separation, trials strike like stones.
- Words from Ahmed Matar:
Oh, how extended my estrangement has been,
And despair has drained my defiance.
My heart is full of longing until longing remains, yet my heart has faded into oblivion!
I am alive, yet dead in life without a purpose.
And I am but an elastic thread pulled taut,
To a unique yet solitary branch.
Each time I draw near,
The closer I get, the further I drift!
I am in a tempest of estrangement, a fire,
Where my inclinations and neutrality meet.
If I surrender my fate, it extinguishes me,
But facing it only feeds the flames.
I have nothing in the end but my ashes!
A homeland for the fairest of souls, O benefactors!
Remarkable Love Poems
- From Khalil Mataran:
Love is a spirit, and you are its essence,
And beauty is a word built upon you.
And companionship is a covenant of which you are the garden,
And the word is a meadow with you as its song.
Have mercy upon a heart that in your love has languished,
And from its turmoil cries out.
Your presence fulfilled my dreams,
And we enjoyed a warm reverie through your gaze.
O joy of my eyes when I behold you,
O bliss of my heart when you whisper sweet nothings.
- From Qais Ibn Dhrih:
You have tormented me, O love of Lubna,
So either bring forth death or life.
For death is indeed more peaceful than a life,
In eternal distance and separation.
And the closest advised me to move on,
So I replied, “When my time has come.”
- From Abu Nuwas:
In love, there is both beauty and torment,
And oh people, what wonders unfold!
He who has not tasted love, I assure you,
Knows nothing of the myriad experiences of love.
A lover’s mark can be seen upon their face;
This is the captive of love, written upon.
And for me, love’s pursuits are laid bare
As I walk alongside the steps of lovers.
Until a beloved happens by,
And time befalls the human heart.
He spoke to them, while his gaze was wandering,
Playing heedlessly, as patience shows weakness.
There is no fault in him save for his kindness,
And by my father, his only flaw is his gentleness.
He disparages my honor, yet I guard his,
Such is the way of love’s clever game.
Finest Poems of Reprimand
- From Ibn Rawaha Al-Hamawi:
What reliance do I have on the solace of forgetting you,
When my inner self tires of the reproaches borne of love?
Your love grows stronger in my heart each day,
As if each ending brings forth a new beginning.
You have become a fire for the lover, a paradise,
Your cheeks are embers, and your lips are like silk.
If only you would soften like the tender branches of tranquility,
And cultivate the balance of your grace.
O you who pierce hearts with arrows of affection,
Hold back your arrows; the flicker of your gaze shall kill!
Oh, what ill fate for those who conspire against us,
May they mourn their loved ones as they bring us sorrow.
They deny what they have heard, uttering falsehoods,
And if only they heard not, they would fabricate even more.
Suppose your kin have threatened you,
Who among them would heed those warnings or give credence?
Oh, how they pity you, while my concern for you is far deeper!
What a sight it is to behold your affection turned away,
As caution rises while my love boldly approaches.
- From Al-Ghotmash Al-Dhabaee:
I speak, as tears brim my eyes,
Seeing the earth remain while friends depart.
Oh friends, if only fate had spared you,
I lament, but one cannot blame time.
How can one hope to live when
Good friends, wanderers, and fallen hearts have claimed their rest?