Romantic Expressions for Your Beloved
- My love, I stumbled upon your eyes, and my heart simply fell.
- When you asked me who I was, I replied: I am lost in the beauty of your voice, in the charm of your eyes, and in the allure of your lips. I am a heart that beats for you, a man devoted to you and not to anyone else.
- My darling, when I embrace you, please refrain from questioning me; I am in a reverie that is solely named after you.
- I cherish the love that God has instilled in my heart for you; I adore the fact that you are my beloved among all the world.
- I am enchanted by that moment when your features sneak into my memory, prompting an involuntary smile.
Poetic Verses of Love for Your Beloved
A Poem: “We Were Flirted, So Revisit the Past of Flirtation”
We were flirted, so revisit the past of flirtation
The white cheeks from the blackness of their eyes
Indeed, we turn to Allah, distracted by the lovely ones from
Temples of worship, echoing like kisses,
A damsel appeared, and the gazelle turned away from shame,
She strides while a branch of the bay tree bends in embarrassment.
With faces from the sons of Badr, we contend
With moments fleeting like the sons of Thaal,
From each intoxicated glance cascading,
It sways as a sway of an inebriated man.
With a sweet smile, yet her stature;
Attributed to the waist of a withered sweetness.
Her neglect is more delightful than her hatred
In distance, and who would seek to find the yearly gifts.
I lost my patience, but could not find her charms,
And I gained neither honey nor sweetness.
And my reproacher doesn’t know that her glance
Is a sword that slays someone like me before the reproach.
My heart is empty; when my thoughts call for my complaint,
My tears respond, yet my tears are but remnants of love.
Oh, you who possess the heart’s abode, like a cloak;
Above worlds built upon strength.
What of the one who reproaches, with a grim visage?
The longing is derived from my fortune and my labor,
And what of the merits my facade holds?
I am patient in waiting for her; oh, what retreat?
I have not forgotten when the semblance of imagination visited me;
It walks and struts amidst elegance and silks.
Mystified by continuity and separation, injustice prevails
With the hip and affection between slowness and haste.
Might as well know the joy from a hip that carries with it
A love, and how wonderful is the mountain of Qayan from a mountain.
And how lovely is the flirtation at the waist, I said to him
“O best of figures in the best of forms.”
And how lovely is life as days grant
Egypt as my dwelling, and my beloveds are my kin.
Oh, bright one from the corners of Egypt beaming,
Convey greetings from my tears that flow abundantly.
And remember that if the fragrant breeze caresses my body,
Perhaps the bodies rise again to health.
And the king rectifies their outcomes with righteousness
And virtue is divided among its distinguished ones by Ali.
Lord of abundance and purity, if He smiles upon their lightning,
I knew how Ali wished, by His grace,
The one who generously spends in villages and in the city.
And the praise is gathered from plain and hill.
O Allah, how many a veiled woman has been presented to beauty,
She was led to him who secured the sides while the world quaked,
The clear opinion and the verdict did not reach
And the perfect being recounts his attributes of excellence.
With noble lineage of perfect ancestors,
They gathered therein the sections of pride as
The sections of detailing amassed in camels.
A prestigious gift added by qualities to
The disposition of a mature man’s determination.
If he waters his wealth, the thirsty follow him
In truth, Oh, what a wonderful elevation!
In Egypt and the Levant, one hopes for a multitude of generosity,
Well-known for goodness, enveloped in praise.
Corresponding to the description above the stars,
And generosity draws closer with the measurement of hands for hope.
If it is said: “The purest have come,” the people responded: “Yes.”
O truthful in expression, why don’t you proclaim it?
Until nothing in Egypt equals
The overflow of the Nile, obstructing on the roads.
And the issuer of the term flows into the castles, so
There is no source more extravagant than your own.
Yes, indeed, youth, you exceed in rank more than
A model, and I am bound in qualities of a model.
And you are the most eloquent of people, not self-absorbed,
So how, when a thought seeks to appreciate it?
In his hand lies a pen, not just any pen,
And a sword, and a means, and for a purpose.
Measured by the testimonies of excellence, he carries
The wounds of the day it attacked, which leads to death.
He recounted it in the severing of the sword’s edge, and what
He recounted in the bounty of the arriving sustenance.
Shut up, Oh Ali! What commendation has remained
That distinguishes you in the ancient centuries?
With your praises, pens bend to you without regret,
On their hopes and on swords in the hollow.
O generous one, in sword and pen,
You have bestowed upon both barefoot and shod.
O descendant of Sarath towards the truth, they were attributed,
And they gathered on the glory of speech and action.
Those who have reached the heights if they were idle
And those who came before if they progressed slowly.
From every victor to an unwilling land,
Blessed is the opening wherever it journeyed and turned.
For every approaching ink, its pens bowing to
With the noblest expression shielding the noblest of creeds.
A Poem of Romantic Verses
I asked you: shake the most beautiful hand on Earth,
Branch of time! Let the leaves of the past and present fall,
And in a moment, give birth to twins:
An Angel… and a Poet!
And we know how the ashes can kindle flames,
When lovers confess their truth!
My apple! Oh beloved sacred and profane,
If you understand the glare of your eyes through my wandering and silence.
I, wonderously, how do the winds complain
Of my remaining with you? You are
Eternal wine, with a voice
And the taste of legends and Earth… you are!
Why does a star travel on its orange path,
And drink, drink, drink until intoxication?
If you were in my hands,
A melody breaks, and a voice of glorification,
Why do I love you?
How do I flounder upon your heights?
And does my breath tire upon your lips,
So I know in a moment
That the night is a pillow,
And the moon is as beautiful as a rose’s blossom,
And I am handsome… because I am with you!
Will you stay upon my arms, oh dove,
Dipping your beak into my mouth?
And will your hand upon my forehead be a mark
That immortalizes the promise of love in my blood?
Will you stay upon my arms, oh dove,
Guide me… so I may sleep
And craft for my name the pulse of fragrance
And build my home like a dove tower?
I want you with me,
A mirage walking on two feet,
And a rock of truth
Flying within the blink of an eye!
Thoughts of Love for Your Beloved
Thoughts One:
Perhaps you understand my madness for you… my infatuation with you… And perhaps you read the words of love and flirtation that my lines have yet to embrace, so you know you are the queen of these lines, the muse of these words, and the obsession of their writer… in short, my love.
Thoughts Two:
I love you, my beloved, and I cherish all that is within you… even the footprints of your steps I yearn for… I long to walk beside you… I need to dance with you in an eternal rhythm that I won’t slip from your grip… I wish for you to embrace me deeply, like the sea enfolds its pearls… I want you to drown me in your love and immerse me in your passion, oh sea.
Thoughts Three:
I have fought many battles for you… challenging my pen and my notebook… For writing about you, my dear, cannot be encapsulated by the alphabet of letters… I need a unique new language created to document your qualities… and to sing the angelic and pure attributes I found in you.
Love Letters for Your Beloved
Letter One:
Love…
Is not just words drawn from songs…
Nor is it stones used to build the palace of my dreams…
Love is a feeling in a heart that fears for you…
It brings you smiles when the world turns harsh against you…
Letter Two:
I adore you with every heartbeat within my heart…
I cherish you with every word and meaning in love…
I love you with every letter and dream in love…