Love and Separation
Love is the most beautiful feeling in existence, while separation is the fire that scorches the heart when distant from the beloved. Love paints life in vibrant colors reminiscent of spring, whereas separation casts a gloomy gray shade upon it. Love represents the essence of the heart, while separation signifies its demise alongside all human emotions. Here, we present a collection of the most beautiful quotes about love and separation.
Beautiful Quotes About Love and Separation
- Our moments in love have wings, while those in separation have claws.
- Even if the days pull you far away, and what lies between us is a separation as vast as a galaxy, you will always remain present in my heart and memory.
- Take my hand to a city of love where separation is never welcome.
- I have a thousand tales of separation stored in my memory; I recite them to my heart each evening to console it and stave off the pain.
- In your absence, I have discovered longing, solitude, and deprivation. In your presence, I have found the meaning of life, scattering smiles everywhere. You taught me how to love and stay awake all night while you are its moon, for your love has taken residence in my heart, and I realize that you are my destiny.
- In memories, my grief wells up, causing my eyes to weep. If time stretches and you do not see me, seek me through those who have loved me. And if separation increases and you cannot find me, remember me through these words.
- You left me staring at your picture, recalling our beautiful memories and sweet moments together. How much joy we shared, how much we cried, and how many difficulties we faced together. Yet, this time has taught me that life is merely a collection of images.
- We drifted apart as if separation had pulled the carpet of happiness from beneath our feet.
Poetic Verses on Love and Separation
Poem of Separation by Al-Mutanabbi
This poem, titled “Separation and Whom I Part from is Not Blameworthy,” is authored by the renowned poet Al-Mutanabbi, whose full name is Ahmad bin Al-Husayn bin Al-Hassan bin Abdal-Samad Al-Ju’fi Al-Kufi Al-Kindi Abu Al-Tayyib. He was born in Kufa, in a place named Kinda, and was raised in the Levant before wandering in the desert to seek knowledge of literature and the Arabic language. Al-Mutanabbi is revered as one of the most eloquent and wise poets in Arab history, known for his poignant proverbs and profound wisdom.
Separation, and whom I parted with is not blameworthy,
And a mother, and whom I directed is the best of those I directed.
And the dwelling of pleasures is not a dwelling for me,
If I am not honored and esteemed therein.
The nature of a soul remains beautiful,
Though it is cast into ruin from every direction.
I departed, and how many weeping eyes of a yearning one were there for me,
And how many weeping eyes of a heartened one were there to me.
And what a keeper of beautiful curls is his place,
More distressed than the master of the drawn sword.
If what ails me is a concealed beloved,
I would excuse but only from an unveiled beloved.
They threw caution to the wind and avoided my attacks,
Crazed love breaks my hands, my bow, and my arrows.
If a person’s actions are bad, their thoughts become sinister,
And the truth of their reflections becomes undeniable.
They oppose their lovers with accusations,
And find themselves in a night of doubt and desolation.
I reconcile with the essence of a person before their form,
And I know them through their actions and speech.
I forgive my companion, realizing that,
Whenever I reward him with patience on ignorance, he regrets.
If someone offers me a frown as an act of giving,
I repay with the generosity of a smiling handler.
And I love every lad of distinction,
As noble as the steadfast steed of excellence.
Underneath him, the camels traversed the wasteland and were mixed with
Sturdy steeds on the day of the disaster.
There is no chastity in his sword and spear,
But it is in the hand, the edge, and the mouth.
And not everyone who is keen on beauty achieves it,
Nor is everyone who acts accomplishes their goals.
In like manner, the intrepid sons of noble blood are the paths of
Horses who lead the dark ones.
His glory ends receding to traits of decent manners,
And a fair heart encapsulated in a formed creation.
If policy forbids you,
Stand firmly in its presence and learn.
The one who seeks bad excuses finds himself excelling,
A weak effort or a lack of grandeur.
And who, like Kafur, if the horses shrank back,
Were few who dared them to proceed?
Strong in their gaze, and the dust reaches,
Until the last tip of the warrior’s helmet.
O noble musk, I hope for aid against the enemies,
And await honor that splashes the whites with blood.
And a day that annoys the envy,
And I present circumstances of patience instead of indulgence.
And I ask for nothing but those who echo what I want,
For reasons that obscure their desires.
For had you not been in Egypt, I would not have wandered towards it,
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And my longing is full of longing.
Poem by Ansi Al-Haj
The poem “Every Poem is a Love Poem” is by contemporary Lebanese poet Ansi Al-Haj, born in 1937. He studied at the Al-Hikma Institute and began publishing short stories, articles, and poems while still in high school. He later served as the editor of various magazines and worked continuously with the newspaper An-Nahar, including “Al-Hassna” and “An-Nahar Al-Arabi Wal-Duwali.” Among his collections are “Li-Na,” “The Severed Head,” and “The Days That Will Come.”
Every poem is the beginning of poetry,
Every love is the beginning of the sky.
Root yourself in me; I am the wind.
Make me dust.
I will torment you as the wind torments the trees,
And you will absorb me as the tree absorbs the dust.
And you, my little one,
All that you desire
Is given to you forever.
Bound to you by the pain of our separation,
I will tear you from yourself,
And you will tear me away,
We snatch towards the essence of the core,
Renewing ourselves until we become lost,
Repeating until we fade away.
We vanish in deviations
In the happy loss
And we enter the pure pink void, cleansed of all taint.
It is not you that I hold,
But the spirit of ecstasy.
And just as I imagined knowing my limits, the wings of discipline carried me to oblivion.
For anyone claiming excess, hunger lurks.
And for anyone proclaiming boredom, the sting of infatuation surfaces.
And for anyone shouting “No! No!”, a painful emergence that cannot be fought against
In the desert of fortified certainty.
An emergence, suddenly, like a joke,
Like a fleeting jest,
Like a shivering gleam in the desert of assurance,
Your presence bows heads with the weight of unacknowledged intuition.
So I say “Yes! Yes!”,
And henceforward from the upper balcony,
Each time I plunge into the distance of love,
I burn a span of your life’s death.
Whoever you might be!…
Your roots rise in the return,
Advancing
Connecting to the first tree.
O first mother,
O last beloved,
O fire of the heart,
O gold of the rooftops and sun of windows,
O equestrian flash illuminating my face,
O my doe and my woodland,
O forest of unveiled shadows,
O my doe glancing amidst the thicket, saying: Come closer,
And I approach,
Crossing the dense woodland like a fleeting glance,
Turning the desert into a sudden spring,
And you become the doe of all my ages,
I flee from you and you sprout in my heart,
And you flee from me,
My hidden mirror returns you, lying under the threshold of my memory.
Your hands are branches of war,
Your hands are the hands of sweet vengeance against me,
Your eyes’ hands,
Your hands are those of a child committing sins.
Your hands are the night’s embrace.
You silence me so we aren’t heard,
And fear fills your eyes,
A mix of horror and confusion
Like a newborn child.
The words withdraw from your body
Like a pink cover.
Your nakedness emerges in the room
Like an unmatched word,
With infinite mirage in hand.
Who protects me from day?
Who protects me from the night?
It is not mere longing but the longing of passage,
It is not mere hope but the hope of the fugitive towards the bliss of dissolution.
Let the shadow of error retreat,
And may it not intrude early
To snatch away, extinguish,
And kill that which cannot die
So it can live afterwards, as a casualty.
Love is my salvation, O moon,
Love is my torment,
Love is my death, O moon.
I do not emerge from the darkness except to seek refuge in your nakedness nor from the light except to intoxicate myself in your shadow.
Your eyes win in the game of day and they win in the game of night.
They win beneath every tower and they win against every wave.
They win as faith wins when it triumphs and when it falls.
And I take along behind the embers your immortal memory of beauty,
Occupying every place, and you wonder
How everyone grows and yet you don’t.
The gold of your eyes courses through my veins.
Only the blind recognize me,
For they see love.
What I possess in you is not your body,
But the spirit of the original will.
It’s not your body,
But the seed of the original body.
It’s not your spirit,
But the spirit of truth before the fog of the world envelops it.
The sun rises in your body,
And you stay cold,
For the sun burns,
And everything that burns is cold from overwhelming strength.
Every poem is the heart of love,
Every love is the heart of death beating with the utmost life.
Every poem is the last poem,
Every love is the last scream.
Every love, O grazing spirit of the depths, every love is death until its end,
And what I hold in you is not your body,
But the heart of God.
I squeeze it and squeeze it
To mildly soothe the scream of its fleeting ecstasy
From the agony of my eternal sacrifice.
Reflections on Love and Separation
Reflection One:
Separation knocked at my door, and when I opened for it, it handed me a rose of impending love. This entire life is not enough for me to express how much I love you; it is too short to contain the journey with you and too long to be spent in separation. I knew from the very beginning that every great love comes with a significant project of separation, and even after we part, I will remain with nothing but love for you. You will discover that yourself later because you will continue to love me.
Reflection Two:
The beloved’s existence is contingent upon their beloved, as it embodies their emotions. Thus, upon separation, a piece of our existence is forcibly extracted, leaving us weeping and seated in all places, grieving as if our hearts mourn a form of death. Life seems to elude us day by day, unnoticed. However, when we part from those we adore, the heart suddenly awakens to the meaning of elapsed time, resembling an explosion within our souls, like the scattering of several years of life.
Messages About Love and Separation
Message One:
What if we invented an alternative way of loving?
Why not begin from the end?
Let’s part ways, then meet for eternity.
Message Two:
Do not settle for half a love…
Nor for half a separation…
It must be everything or absolutely nothing…
Message Three:
True love is not extinguished by deprivation…
Nor is it killed by separation…
Nor can it be erased by any attempt to flee from it…
Because the other half remains etched firmly in the conscience…