The Beloved
The most beautiful words are those that are written sincerely from the heart of a lover. They express genuine feelings and warm sensations. How lovely are the words of love when addressed to the beloved! Here, we present a collection of the most beautiful phrases to share with your beloved.
Expressions of Love for the Beloved
- My love, I wish to be your shadow, walking with you wherever you go, even through sleep, resting in your embrace.
- My love for you is like the air—endless and vital, something we cannot live without.
- If you love me deeply, know that I love you even more than you can imagine.
- Beloved, the hardest moment is your absence; the sweetest moment is our reunion, so please spare me the anguish of separation.
- If you search my heart, you will find no one but you; and if you ask what occupies my thoughts, it is only you who resides there.
- Every fleeting thing may perish, but my love for you is eternal, both in this life and after my passing.
- Should the world turn against me, you will always be the tender heart that comforts my sorrows.
- I know you will never let me down, for I will never place you in a situation that would make you abandon me.
- My beloved, when we meet, I prefer silence, allowing me to bask in your beauty, speaking only to hear your voice.
Poem: Does the Eye Offer a Glance from the Beloved?
This is a poem titled “Does the Eye Offer a Glance from the Beloved?” by the poet Al-Sharif Al-Radhi, whose full name is Muhammad ibn Al-Husayn Ibn Musa Abu Al-Hasan Al-Radhi Al-Alawi Al-Husseini. He was born and died in Baghdad and is considered one of the most eloquent poets of the Abbasid era, with a substantial poetry collection spanning two volumes.
Does the eye offer a glance from the beloved,
or does the heart find comfort in his presence?
And do the nights return with affection after distance,
playing tricks on the observer from behind the sunset?
By God, those days are as forgotten as the traces left by
the soft breeze of the flowing river.
I long for the light of my homeland’s hills,
and I thirst for the gentle breeze of its valleys.
This sanctuary becomes ill with the scent of the breeze,
yet its water remains pure in its stagnant pool.
I found solace for my heart in its shade during its heat; when
the night envelops or the sun blazes in its path.
By my oath, when I visited that gazelle,
it welcomed me without concern for the watchful eyes.
And it let my desire dictate the course of my affection,
bringing my horse closer to its milk.
The longing is felt by those victims of love,
as long as the heart does not reunite with its beloved.
You mock me with the frown on my face, yet
its beauty is buried within its pallor.
Perhaps we have lived the bitterness of sorrows,
or we have endured the sweetness of delights that ruin us.
If it weren’t for the remnants of fate’s interventions,
I would forgive this world its past offenses.
And I am grateful for the awareness of time and its deceit;
I am awake and have no solid thoughts amidst its turbulent matters.
I no longer perceive greatest horrors with my heart,
nor marvel at the incredible with my mind.
Yonder, a young man recalls aging, and perhaps,
he will face the end of his life before he grows old.
Moreover, a memory that reveals its loss to us,
leads my feet through the nighttime difficulties.
How often have I embraced the night on every significant occasion
and watched the stars rise until they disappeared?
With the sharp edge of my sword, I each town
and hope to cover the world with the shrouds of my legacy.
And when I found myself deserted, I left behind
an unyielding bond made of painful struggles.
I aspire to have the honour I long for, even in a condition
that amplifies my enemies’ impending demise.
And among the elite of the night, I encountered her,
with a heart that was far resolute, yet close to her acceptance.
I raised my face to her, not like a weakling,
but rather as one who shields from a fierce blow.
And boasting like spears that carry weapons
over every neck that bears their share.
I charged upon her with all the aggression of the swordsmen,
as they force the cupbearer from his pale vessel.
This was the end of an ordeal for the one who wielded the sword,
and poured out bright blood into my humble vessel.
How many bitter moments have I endured with her strength,
in the pursuit of the warriors who only seek delights?
Yet when I took on that dread, I held no regard for its consequences,
as one who rides a lion elevates himself above his steed.
Those who ensnare glory may dismiss hardship,
while they flourish as masters when the task demands it.
And white appeared over the orders of Ma’ad, his hands,
sturdy like the flourishing branches of prosperity.
For before the day of battle, I was content with his lance,
and slaughtered my foes with the strength of combat.
Is there any sword except that raised by its gaze,
or is there any moon except that which rises from its folds?
When he is asked about the riches, plentiful are the drops falling
like the dew falling from the slopes of its hills.
A steed that, when it tears through the herd, its hooves prosper,
is shrouded in the dew of its uninterrupted stride.
It walks at the sight of a star at dawn,
and plunges beneath the same star at its setting.
I was pleased with its valour on a tempestuous day,
beneath the sun, devoid of the companionship of hills.
It patrols the companions with the thrusts against the foes,
and the call of the crow flies across noisy realms.
I am a descendant of the Prophet of God and his heir,
boasting about his glory over the land and its trade.
The eloquence of my speech is remarkable, ever since
foolishness directed me to a learned man.
By God, I do not face the days debased,
even if my own destiny becomes further emboldened.
For I am satisfied since all kings have descended upon me,
from glory and esteem similar to their own.
And I regret only what I have diminished,
against an image that resonates within it.
When he gazes upon me, his flickering eyes deter my vision,
and his age binds his gaze away from insights.
And whoever does not possess praise from any creation,
I have deposited the blows of reproach to be their greatest share.
Reflections for the Beloved
Reflection One:
My rose, if only you knew how much I have suffered since our parting… How I have endured the pangs of yearning for your whispers… How I have embraced longing in your absence and planted hope for your return. Ever since you left, I no longer feel the world around me; silence has become my companion. Memories of the past squeeze me, making me stumble through my distances… My joys fall sadly into the arms of longing… The light of my hopes dims in the darkness of despair… My tears drown in sighs of grief, allowing pain to take root and sprout along my pathways… My rose, you who hold my heart in your embrace… Let me etch your name into my veins, make you a part of my very breath, and draw your love upon my tears.
Reflection Two:
Amidst the cold of winter, the leaves of autumn, the heat of summer, and the breezes of spring, my feet carry me hurriedly to where? I do not know. All I am aware of is that I have begun to see myself cradling the butterflies of spring… Embracing the snows of winter, greeting the leaves of autumn, rejoicing under the sun of summer, dancing in the rain. I wish I could return to my childhood, playing with my doll, building a house, planting a dream, smiling at my tomorrow and awaiting your presence, my beloved.
Reflection Three:
Oh star of love, guide me among the heights… I would sacrifice my soul for you, even if my heart were to bleed profusely… If your love meant death, I would gladly embrace it, becoming the first slain. My princess, if the poles of the South were placed between your lips, they would dissolve and turn to water… Upon the peaks of the Alps, I will carve the most beautiful names… “Princess” is your name and description, oh fairest of women… I will dare and draw near to inscribe upon your lips what even the greatest poets may fail to express… True beauty lies not merely in possessing a beautiful face; it exists in having a beautiful mind, heart, and soul.
Letters to the Beloved
Letter One:
When I miss you, my beloved…
My mind struggles to ponder anything but you…
I do not understand why…
Perhaps because you mean everything to me…
In your memory, nothing else holds any value…
Letter Two:
My beloved, the longing for you binds me with chains of iron…
Every time I tear away a chain, the memories bring it back.
Tell me, how can I live while your heart is distant from mine?
How sweet my torment is, for my soul craves more…
For love is but a king, and we are its slaves…
Letter Three:
If life were mine to command, I would order it to keep you by my side…
And if fate were in my hands, I would merge your destiny with mine…
But I am grateful to him who bestowed love upon me, allowing you to be my eternal affection…
Letter Four:
In your absence, every minute weighs heavily on me…
Time with anyone else is unbearable…
You have bound me with promises and vows…
Leaving me shrouded in verses and letters…
Letter Five:
My beloved, you are the hidden pearl in the depths of my heart, and to you, I pledge my loyalty…
I will continue to love you every morning and every evening…
You, the symbol of sincere love hidden in wells of purity…
You are the queen on the throne of all women…
I have become a prisoner to your innocent words…
And how beautiful it is to be imprisoned for the fairest women…
Today, I am the happiest of prisoners…
The walls of your prison witness my love; come to me and listen to the echoes…