Beautiful Words of Longing
- What kind of love requires forty days to complete its cycle of yearning, ringing the bell of longing within?
- Your image is etched among my eyelids, a light to my vision. Your eyes beckon mine, your hands embrace mine, and your whispers enchant my ears.
- A tear falls, a candle extinguishes, while my longing for you intensifies. Life without you fades away, and my heart ends in your absence.
- Your love illuminates my life like a radiant dawn. Our love will remain everlasting despite the colossal longing.
- My yearning for you is not the problem; it’s the uncertainty of whether you will return that torments me.
- I will continue to love you, no matter how long the wait or the longing lasts. If you are not my destiny, then you are my choice.
- I do not miss you per se; instead, I long for the person I believed you to be.
- Perhaps my soul has failed to meet you, and my eyes have failed to see you, but my heart will never forget you. If the eyes do not see, the heart cannot forget.
- My longing for you could transform from pain to joy if I knew you were yearning for me at the same time.
- Our dreams build sandcastles, and with the first wave of reality, those castles turn to ruins. My longing for you desires a palace that melds reality with dreams.
- When we parted, I wished for a marketplace selling time—a place to reunite hearts and revive longing.
- The night arrives, along with the fragrance of longing that blows in from afar.
- There remains a person, despite the distance, who resides in our hearts with the greatest love and dedication.
- If I were to plant a rose for every moment I think of you, I would have a garden to walk through for a lifetime, which I would call the Garden of Longing.
- The longing torments me, and nostalgia tears me apart. I yearn for yesterday, for the past that shall never return, craving a word, a glance, or a smile. Yet, the passage of time denies me the sweetness of reunion and the freshness of your presence.
- I have someone who has entrusted their essence to me; little do they know that I yearn for my very own self in their absence.
- I have etched their name in my thoughts and soul, preserving their image in my heart, while their memories remain the light from which I draw life.
- Longing is an innate feeling that grows until it becomes unmanageable, leading us, often unknowingly, toward sadness and pain for those we miss.
- How can I hide the eagerness of my longing for you when I hear your name?
- The absence of someone sometimes makes the world seem empty.
- Those who have not embraced the longing of life fade away in its atmosphere.
- We need them, feeling a suffocating constriction of our souls, whispering deeply within ourselves our longing for them, fearing that our eagerness might emerge and wound us with their indifference.
- Sometimes we endure silence because there are matters that words cannot remedy; there are many things I miss, and I do not know if they will return or become mere memories.
- When we long for someone intensely, the world feels devoid of humanity.
- Nostalgia is a longing for a piece of your soul situated elsewhere.
Messages of Longing for a Beloved
- Oh my dear, gather me together as you scattered me; my longing for you shapes my disarray.
- I have silenced my voice, and silence has become my banner, for I miss you.
- My eyes yearn to see you, and my hands long to hold you.
- Beloved, you are always present in my thoughts, in my nights and days.
- Perhaps my soul has failed to encounter you, and my eyes have failed to gaze upon you, but my heart shall never fail to remember you.
- My lover, can distances truly separate us while our hearts are intertwined? You who have captured my soul and heart—I miss you.
- Those nights where I strive to reach you, to get to your heart, seem endlessly difficult. How agonizing are the moments I search for you in the faces of others; my longing for you visibly reflects on my features.
- When I sleep, I dream of seeing you in reality; and upon waking, I wish to see you again in my dreams—this is all due to the longing.
- Why is our path long and fraught with thorns? Why are there wires between our hands? Why, when I am here, are you there, as longing binds us?
- During my longing for you, all my thoughts concentrate, fleeing toward you; I am pulled by longing and nostalgia.
- As for my mornings, they are filled with the longing for you, and I proclaim to everyone, “Beloved, I miss you.”
- What should I do whenever I miss you? I long for you, but it’s not the first time; it’s my daily routine, albeit in silence.
- I send you this message not to explain my condition but simply because I miss you.
- Evening comes, igniting my longing for you. The more the distance increases between us, if you are reading this, know that I truly miss you.
- I long to be with you, side by side, holding hands.
Quotes About Longing
- When you yearn for someone, you wish for the faces of everyone to become one.
- You cry in secret and laugh openly—this is the nature of souls burdened by longing.
- Love is the longing for someone when you are away from them, yet feeling warmth because they remain close in your heart.
- When we long, the universe feels entirely void, as if all souls gather elsewhere.
- Only when you feel longing can you love and innovate in your love.
- Love is the map of life, while longing is a signal of death.
- Longing is the clearest evidence of love. If you want to test your lover’s affection, create distance and witness the longing when you return to them.
Poetry About Longing
- By Ibn Anin:
A longing stirred you, or the radiance of the Najdi star
Its light brightens what you conceal from yearning.
It gripped tenderly, and the stars appeared as
The candles of monks igniting from afar.
I longed for him after my companions slumbered,
Like the yearning of the stray camels for the flower.
Reminds me of an afternoon spent at the homeland,
And our days within the favorable shelter.
When Umm Amr grazes like a gazelle,
By the fragrant fields of the lush earth.
My youthful vision sketches a delicate image,
Generously shaped with graceful contours.
She preserved the covenant that never faded,
With indifference and no heed of bygone days.
Oh, gentle breeze from Rahit,
And the garden of my homeland, how did you reach the Indians?
You adorned our days while the sea remained distant,
And the hands kept her precious embrace from the vibrant deer.
The fragrance of India has hidden its place,
With modesty, and the perfume of the rose remains concealed.
Are the denizens of the homeland appointing you with a fragrance,
And you became the essence of the flattering youth?
Though separated by longing, your roots were intertwined,
Which hand holds commendation towards separation in my regard?
The days have not ceased to sharpen their blades,
And they steel themselves until they uproot everything I hold.
So I proceeded to traverse the lands as if
The glare of my eyes stood betwixt sleep and wakefulness.
There remains no sorrow I haven’t carried in moments,
And no easy path I haven’t traversed in my cloak.
Yet the ages affirm in every demand,
Oh, my misfortune, how consistently it weighs.
Phantom of a time that has not yielded to its forces,
Except through the doors adorned with flowers.
When the separation settled into my essence,
And it cast its burden among the crowds.
Time surrendered, and my eyes found respite from struggle,
As my burdens slept, and my resolve elevated.
- By Abu Qasim al-Shabi:
Life passes between longing and despair,
And dreams blend with yearning and regret.
This is the nature of life; my soul
Detests the intoxicating cup of impurity.
Time is filled with deception; how often
Has the misguided led by an Imam or a priest.
Whenever I ask life about truth,
Life withdraws from every whisper.
I have found no exquisite melody in life,
Except for the tranquility of my soul.
I grow weary of life, save for an exception,
That dissipates the anthems of my despair.
Life has offered me a cup brimming with expectations,
But I could not grasp my chalice.
It has quenched me with cups of sadness,
Each a harsh draught of grief.
Indeed, in the garden of life, thorns prevail,
As my lilies are torn apart.
My yesterday is lost! Where is my yesterday?
Fate has decreed I live in despair,
And love has concluded in a dismal silence,
At the moment of death, between fury and misery.
Life has left me with nothing from yesterday,
Except for a heart-rending ache that rises and falls.
It wanders through the pangs of my heart,
In silence, amid the torments of my soul.
Like shadows from the realm of the dead, it flows,
Silently wavering from one lament to another.
These are the pains of a soul tormented,
In the flames of life, haunting shadows linger.