Morning
The morning symbolizes a fresh start and the hope of a bright new day. It is the smile reflected on the faces of family, loved ones, and friends as the sun rises once again. The morning holds many stories, and we have compiled a selection of the most beautiful good morning messages for you.
Beautiful Good Morning Messages
- Good morning to you! I long for a morning where I can feel like a child in your hands, where my dreams can soar like birds.
- Good morning! Whenever I miss you and the distance keeps us apart, open your arms, for my fate is drawn in your embrace.
- Good morning! You must know that my heart burns with longing, growing more intense with each second you’re away from me.
- Good morning! Open the windows of hope and welcome the shining new day.
- O Lord, on this morning, have mercy on those I miss, whom my heart yearns for. Grant them forgiveness commensurate with my longing, and unite us in Paradise.
- Good morning to all students who have awakened early to learn valuable lessons.
Poetic Verses about the Morning
My Morning Love
“My Morning Love” is a poem by the poet Ibn Shaykhan Al-Salmi, an Omani poet born in 1866 in the village of Hawqin, Oman. After receiving his education under various scholars, he taught religious sciences and published a poetry collection titled The Diwan of Ibn Shaykhan Al-Salmi. He passed away in 1928.
My morning love,
It’s no wonder if my tears reveal their delight,
For suppressing love is bitter for its holders.
The pleasure of the lover lies in the reveal,
And my heart is deprived of the morning breeze,
When it blows from Najd, only bringing relief.
The fire of longing has ignited in my soul,
Fueled by the morning breeze.
By God, O Najd, when will you,
Return to those who dwell in the plains?
This melody is my heart’s,
For I get lost in those distant places.
O sweet era that passed me by,
I’ve spent it between cups and joy.
Who will restore my weary spirit,
To revive my soul from despair to relief?
And how shall I seek it back when it,
Will surely take my heart away?
Do our beloveds know that I,
Am now like a crippled wing without them?
If they were to mend my troubled spirit,
With just a glance, would that not suffice?
And purifying my tears from blame,
I have drowned them in the floods of my sorrow.
They blame me for loving one whose face,
Outshines the night with morning’s light.
As though blame has the right to chastise,
The gracious one who greets the morning.
He generously offers riches until the critic,
Can no longer hear what he permits.
He seeks the heights of honor,
Yet fulfills that ascent with generosity.
He has pitched tents of pride,
With azure swords and white banners.
Stories of his generosity are told,
Coming from Malik, Nafi, and Rabah.
He remains passionate about two matters—in,
Dispersing wealth and gathering arms.
He distributes bounty at the time of dew,
And unites strength in the hour of combat.
It is as though he measures in his palm,
The sustenance of men and the gifts available.
On his face shines the mark of wealth,
And goodness is evident in the bright countenance.
As if his clay was molded,
From the essence of virtue and the gold of righteousness.
He perfected the good deed when he initiated,
For achieve is built on the start.
Good Morning Poem
The “Good Morning” poem is by Muhammad Jabr Al-Harbi, a contemporary Saudi poet born in Taif in 1956. He has supervised several literary sections in various newspapers across Saudi Arabia and has authored poetry collections such as “Between Silence and Madness,” “Khadija,” and “What the War Did Not Say.”
A bitter time has passed…
And you have not come,
Nor have you stood…
Like the elevation of my lofty spirit,
In a confession with no guardian,
A song without a guardian,
As you wish,
Yet you did not say,
I am the creative, enchanting orphan,
Never did you say,
Your morning, O good morning.
Your morning tears me apart,
And excites me,
Without articulate words, or melodies,
The sky extends to me, with the blush of figs,
My shadows, as the world lies beneath me.
I rise to him,
And clear my mind like the wealthy fragrant poor,
And I write embracing both my hands,
Good morning, my rose,
And my music.
When the ecstasy of my soul calls, my music responds,
And it shines like Sana’a,
Breathtaking and hidden,
And my pink,
And gray,
Fashioning with it the free clouds, grieving burdens.
It is the primary backdrop,
To my woe, while the necessary confrontations
With friends linger,
And the trees are present yet forgotten.
Your love,
Is the confession of two birds that dance over their branches,
A tenderness without a beginning,
The dew of your eyes and the world to my left,
On the south,
They are two rivers intertwining while the world remains wintry.
It ignites the heart of the lost, restless heart..
How strange, how the night prepares for a wintry world.
I fear for you,
And for me, O madness of morning,
O dawn of children and chaos,
Your madness is that northern chaos,
Southern chaos.
And you do not know…
A bitter question,
A question that passed while the hills lie in agony—
“Will there be rain?”
Shouted those around me,
The other exile answered,
It will rain if you surpass the borders,
And the army did not aim at her fate.
Peace to you, O minarets,
And to the morning, may it return with peace.
Cities from the banks of generosity.
Features that defy Western notions.
Country of Arabs is my homeland,
And my homeland is unyielding hardship,
My homeland is the dark mountains,
And the heavenly books.
To you, O God, who in my eyes is my sun,
And my exaltation,
And if I approach,
My objectives,
Are the beauty from light’s motion.
And the water from the nectar of the storm.
And a morning with no beginning…
Like your morning, O good morning, my mother,
And my daughter,
And my first, primitive words.
Reflections on the Morning
Reflection One:
The morning is the epitome of change. Those who do not contemplate it will not understand its secrets. The beauty of the morning is complete when one observes the sky embracing the sun after the night departs, complemented by the chirping of birds, sipping a cup of coffee accompanied by music, inhaling the fragrance of flowers, and allowing the morning to speak. Beautiful mornings often set the tone for the entire day; if one begins their morning in joy, the spirit will carry through to the end of the day, for positivity resides in the sun’s rays, especially as its golden beams illuminate the dew drops resting on the leaves, forming an enchanting symphony of exquisite morning melodies. It’s as if the morning gently wipes away the fatigue from the heart, allowing the mind to quiet and find peace.
Reflection Two:
In the morning, the sun shyly unveils its golden rays to announce the commencement of a new day filled with hope and optimism. The morning is a daily tale that begins at the scheduled time with the sun illuminating the earth and banishing sleep. It awakens the trees, flowers, and butterflies, signaling the start of their long day. Morning becomes a beautiful love story, a proclamation of new beginnings. Those who miss the chance to appreciate the morning lose an abundance of energy, enthusiasm, and opportunity. Nothing is more beautiful than the morning sunshine that instills calmness in the soul and banishes despair, as if it sweeps away the troubles of yesterday in exchange for hopefulness.
Morning Messages
Message One:
If one seeks a beautiful morning,
They must decide to start their morning quite early,
Stretch their arms toward the sun,
Open their hearts to life,
And appreciate its beauty in the morning.
Message Two:
Those who wait patiently for their morning,
Are sure to meet it standing strong.
Conversely, those who stay up late,
Will find their morning unkind and miss much beauty.
Message Three:
Good morning! I have missed you,
And all the mornings that brought us together.
I yearn for the smile that would greet me upon seeing you,
And the breezes of joy enveloping my day at just the thought of you.