Evening Reflections
The evening brings a sense of calm and tranquility, marking the time for relaxation and unwinding after a long day’s work. As individuals step away from their daily tasks, families gather to cherish quality time together. In this article, we present some of the most beautiful phrases, messages, and poems about the evening.
Captivating Evening Expressions
- In the evening, silence prevails, offering a sense of peace. It is the time when the breeze whispers, echoing the voices of humanity and the melodies of poetry. The night transforms into a celebration of creatures reveling in the beauty of the dark stillness.
- The evening is a charming visitor that graces the world with beautiful things.
- When evening descends, the memories of those we hold dear accompany us—whether they are beloved or close friends who are now distant, taken from us by the harshness of fate; their presence lingers in our hearts, and their memories remain etched forever.
- The night is incomplete without the enchantment of a beautiful evening.
- True evening begins with dinner and a warm bath after a tiring day of work.
- Those burdened with unsolvable problems feel the evening drag on painfully.
- I can’t quite explain my love for the evening, particularly when infused with the aroma of coffee. Perhaps it’s because darkness softens the visible signs of sorrow etched on faces, or because coffee drowns out the noise of longing.
Sweet Verses of the Evening
Remember That Evening
These lines are penned by Ibrahim Nagy, an Egyptian poet and physician, who reminisces about one of his beautiful evenings:
Remember that evening,
How we were so happy.
It left no sorrow with me,
And erased your hardship.
The world filled with clarity.
Whenever the dusk descended,
Shadows embraced the sky,
Dark and ominous,
They floated slowly.
A star twinkled from afar,
Illuminating the night.
The moon rose resplendent,
Gracing the earth with its light.
The Evening
This poem is by the contemporary writer Karim Maatouq Al-Marzouqi, President of the UAE Writers Union in Abu Dhabi, who expresses his admiration for his beloved in the evening:
Why do I feel this evening
That you are unlike all other women?
And that you are closer to me
Than the warmth of this air?
I know the measure of my despair
And the weight of my demise.
As if winter gripped me,
And the longing stretched endlessly,
While my sorrow endured with folly.
Why have you taken so long, so much,
And just a little,
And half a desire?
Why this delay?
The color of poetry is the taste of poetry;
A gift from the divine,
This generosity.
Every tribe before you was an orphan,
And all lovers were mere mirages.
And if you desire, if you wish, they were dust.
They speak of romantic poetry but rarely,
And their breaths merge when they meet.
I see them as ruins.
Peace be upon you, peace and more peace.
I’ve learned from you the art of meetings,
And in you, I have embraced the madness of encounters.
After you, I’ve allied with a letter that soared,
And a fear that faded,
Falling on the lips of pride.
Peace be upon you,
Peace and more peace
As if you were the palm of dew and light.
I feel you are greater than I,
And greater than my pride by far,
On this evening.
May God Bring a Blessed Evening
These verses are by Abdul Rahman bin Muhammad Al-Husseini, known as Ibn Al-Naqeeb, the son of the noble leader of the Ashraf in Greater Syria, renowned for his religious, scientific, political, and social stature. Ibn Al-Naqeeb expresses his sentiments in the evening:
May God bless this evening,
And grant you a life of comfort.
Here lies a treasure,
Venturing forth from your most esteemed presence.
Your kindness adorned her,
Granting her acceptance, gracefully.
And she became the brightest star on her journey,
While the horizon’s stars grew dim.
So here is a copy of what you veiled with your castle,
Bestow praise on her in verses.
You remain a flourishing garden of literature,
Blooming like pearls arranged.
As long as the moon sings in the gardens,
Or departs, translating the secret of love.
Reflections of the Evening
In the night, creation slumbers, while lovers stay awake; the night holds promises of beauty and charm. It carries the sweet whispers of the breeze, the glow of the moon, and the prayers of seekers in search of tranquility. Additionally, it lets go of the day’s chaos, revealing the aroma of dew that embraces the petals of flowers and leaves on trees. The night gives us a chance to escape the burdens of the day, offering time to contemplate the sky, where stars twinkle like droplets of dew. It is when creatures rest after a demanding day while dreams, visions, and fantasies seek their place of solace. Night is the symphony of the Creator, played by His stunning creations. The moon bids farewell to the world over the mountains, and the stars celebrate the wonders of the universe.
As evening approaches and the sun retreats beyond the horizon, serenity descends. A hidden feeling washes over me as I delve into the moments I have lived. Grasping my pen, I find myself at a loss for words; do I still misunderstand my feelings? I strive to gather my scattered thoughts for clarity. Oh, how challenging it is to be unaware of oneself and to experience emotions unknown! I close my eyes to relish the tranquility and awaken with a new dawn.
An aromatic evening greeting uplifts the spirit, propelling us toward boundless horizons. We embrace letters repeatedly, crafting portraits from them. Here lies our rendezvous with words that resonate with pure choices. From you, we draw clarity akin to the purity of your hearts and the serenity of your souls. From this corner, my dearest ones, I extend to you a heartfelt, pristine evening wish adorned with roses and the colors of flowers, a fragrance that wafts to touch everyone—a melodious greeting with the rhythms of our alphabet.
Delightful Evening Messages
Message One:
Good evening filled with love and divine protection,
A joyful evening with floral fragrances,
A diamond-studded evening to you, my dearest.
Message Two:
An evening of wonder and emotion,
Especially dedicated to you, my beloved,
A message inscribed with the essence of diamonds.
Message Three:
An evening of joy and happiness,
If happiness eludes you, create it..
For how delightful it is to cherish our own essence.
Message Four:
An evening perfumed with the remembrance of God,
Sent to the most beautiful of God’s creations,
To illuminate the path and bless you.
Message Five:
Let me share a secret that satisfies your pride this evening,
You have ignited feelings in my heart that no one else has.
Indeed, my evening is you.
Message Six:
Your evening is a testament to the goodness of the past,
Your evening is filled with optimism for what lies ahead.
Message Seven:
Your evening is a blessing from the Almighty,
So sweet to the heart,
May God protect you on every path,
That is my heartfelt prayer.
Message Eight:
May God fill your evening with blessings,
Your day with good deeds and movement for the better,
And may you end it with a night of remembrance and charity,
May He relieve you of any burdens that distress you,
Forgive your misgivings and shortcomings,
And bless you with Paradise along with your loved ones,
And all those you cherish for God’s sake.
A Poem for the Last Evening on This Earth
The author of this poignant poem is Palestinian resistance poet Mahmoud Darwish, one of the prominent poets of modern times, born in 1942 in the village of Al-Birwa and passed away in 2008 in Texas, USA. In this poem, Darwish paints a picture of the last moments and evening before surrendering Granada and what remains of Andalusia:
In the last evening on this earth, we cut our days
From our little trees, counting the ribs we will carry with us,
And the ribs we will leave behind, here… in this last evening.
We do not bid farewell to anything and we find no time to conclude.
Everything remains as it is; the place replaces our dreams
And alters its visitors. Suddenly we can no longer mock
The place is set to host the dust… here, in this last evening.
We gaze at the mountains cloaked in clouds: a conquest… and a counter-conquest
And an ancient time yields the new time the keys to our doors.
So enter, oh conquerors, our homes, and drink our wine
From the ribbons of our plains. For when night falls,
There is no dawn carried by a knight arriving from the distant call to prayer.
Our tea is hot green, so drink it, and our pistachios are fresh, so enjoy them.
And the beds are green from cedar wood, so surrender to sleep
After this long siege, and rest on the feathers of our dreams.
The pillows are ready, the perfumes at the door are prepared, and many mirrors
So enter them for our exit, and soon we shall seek what
Was our history around your history in the faraway land.
And we will ask ourselves in the end: was Andalusia
Here or there? On earth… or in the poem?