The Most Beautiful Things Nizar Qabbani Said About Love

The Most Beautiful Expressions of Love by Nizar Qabbani

Among the most exquisite poems by Nizar Qabbani that celebrate love are the following:

Poem: I Love You Very Much

In this poem, the poet Nizar Qabbani expresses his feelings through the following verses:

I love you very much

And I know that the path to the impossible is long

And I know that you are the woman of all women

And I have no alternative

And I realize that the time of longing has ended

And beautiful words have died

Oh, you are the women, what can we say?

I love you very much…

I love you to the point of despair and know that I live in exile

While you are in another exile

And between us

There are winds

Clouds

Lightning

Thunder

Snow and fire

And I know that reaching your eyes is an illusion

And reaching you

Is a form of suicide

And it brings me joy

To tear myself apart for you, my dear

If I were given a choice

I would repeat my love for you a second time

Oh, you who wove your shirt from tree leaves

Oh, you who I sheltered from the raindrops with patience

I love you very much

And I know that I am traveling in the sea of your eyes

Without certainty

And I leave my mind behind and run

I run

I run after my madness

Oh, woman who holds my heart between your hands

I implore you by God, do not leave me

Do not leave me

For what would I be if you are not here

I love you very much

Very, very much

And I refuse to retire from the fire of your love

Can one lost in love ever retire…

And I do not care

If I leave love alive

And I do not care

If I leave it dead

Poem: The Most Intense Love I’ve Experienced

Nizar Qabbani conveys his emotions in the poem “The Most Intense Love I’ve Experienced” through these lines:

The world blames me if I loved

As if I created love and invented it

As if I painted it on the cheeks of roses

As if I am the one who

Taught the birds to fly in the sky

And sowed it in the wheat fields

And dissolved it in the waters of the sea

As if I am the one who

Hangs it like a beautiful moon in the sky

The world blames me whenever

I mention the one I love…

As if I am the passion

And its mother… and its sister

What I anticipated

Is different from all that I knew

Different from all that I read

And all that I heard

If I had known

This was a form of addiction… I would not have indulged in it

If I had known it was a door with many winds, I would not have opened it

If I had known it was a matchstick, I would not have ignited it

This passion… the most intense love I’ve ever lived

I wish that when it approached me, opening

Its arms for me… I had rejected it

I wish I had killed it before it killed me

This love that I see at night

I see it in my dress

And in my perfume… and in my bracelets

I see it engraved on the palm of my hand

I see it etched in my emotions

If they had told me that it is a child, playful and noisy, I would not have let it in

And that it would smash glass in my heart, I would never have accepted it

If they had told me it would set fires in moments

And turn everything upside down in moments

And paint the walls red and blue in moments

I would have expelled it

O precious one who

Made God pleased with me… when I loved you

The most magnificent love I ever lived

I wish that when it came as a visitor

With roses, I had embraced it

And I wish that when it came crying

I had opened my doors for it… and kissed it

And kissed it

And kissed it

I opened my doors for it… and kissed it

And kissed it

And kissed it

As long as you are my green bird

My beloved

Then… surely God is in heaven

My beloved asks me:

What is the difference between me and the sky?

The difference between you both

Is that if you laugh, my beloved

I forget the sky

Love, my beloved

Is a beautiful poem written on the moon

Love is drawn on all the leaves of trees

Love is engraved on

The feathers of birds and the raindrops

But what woman in my country

If she loves a man

Is not stoned with fifty stones

When I fell in love

I changed

The kingdom of God changed

It became twilight that sleeps in my cloak

And the sun rises from the west

Oh Lord, my heart is no longer enough

For the one I love… equals the world

So place in my chest another

That fills the space of the world

You still ask me about my birthday

Then take note of what you are ignorant of

The date of your love for me… is my birthday

If the genie came out of its bottle

And said to me: Here I am

You have one minute

To choose whatever you wish

From pieces of ruby and emerald

I would choose your eyes… without hesitation

Those dark-eyed ones

Those rain-filled eyes

I never ask God for anything

Except for two things

To protect those eyes

And to add two more days to my life

So I can write poetry

About these two pearls

If you were, my friend

At the level of my madness

I would throw away all the jewels on you

And sell what you have of bracelets

And sleep in your eyes

I complain to the heavens

I complain to the heavens

How did you manage, how, to condense

All the women in the universe

Because the words of dictionaries have died

Because the words of letters have died

Because the words of novels have died

I want to discover a way to love

In which I love you… without words

I have not told them about you.. but they

Have seen you bathing in my gaze

I have not spoken to them at all… but they

Read you in my ink and on my pages

Love has a fragrance… and cannot

Not emanate… from peach orchards

I hate to love like everyone else

I hate to write like everyone else

I wish my mouth were a church

And my letters were bells

The pens melted in my romance

From blue… and red… and green

Until words came to an end

I hung my love for you in the doves’ bracelets

And I did not know, oh my beloved

That love flies like a dove

Count on your fingers, what follows

For first: you are my beloved

Second: you are my beloved

Third: you are my beloved

Fourth and fifth

Sixth and seventh

Eighth, ninth

And tenth… you are my beloved

Your love, oh deep-eyed one

Is an extremity

A mysticism

A worship

Your love is like death and birth

Hard to repeat twice

I loved twenty thousand women

Tested twenty thousand women

Yet when I met you, my beloved

I felt that now I have begun

I have booked a room for two in the house of the moon

To spend the weekend there, my beloved

Hotels of the world do not please me

The hotel I wish to stay in is the moon

But there, my beloved

They do not accept a visitor who comes without a woman

So will you come with me

O my moon… to the moon

You will not escape me, for I am destined for you

You cannot rid yourself of me… for God has sent me to you

So sometimes… I emerge from the tips of your ears

And sometimes I appear from the turquoise bracelets on your hands

And when summer arrives, my beloved

I swim like fish in the sea of your eyes

If you remembered every word

I uttered during those two years

If I were to open the thousand letters

I wrote in a full two years

We flew as two doves in the expanses of love

And the ring on your left finger… became two rings

Poem: I Bear Witness That There is No Woman But You

Nizar Qabbani declares in his poem “I Bear Witness That There is No Woman But You” the following verses:

I bear witness that no woman

Has mastered the game but you

And has tolerated my folly

For ten years as you have

And kept my madness at bay as you’ve endured

And trimmed my nails

And organized my notebooks

And placed me in kindergarten

But you…

I bear witness that no woman

Looks like me in her essence

In thought and behavior but you

In sanity and madness but you

And in quick boredom

And quick attachment

But you…

I bear witness that no woman

Has taken from my attention

Half of what you took

And colonized me as you did

And liberated me as you did

I bear witness that no woman

Treated me like a two-month-old child

Except you…

And offered me the milk of a bird

And flowers and toys

Except you…

I bear witness that no woman

Was generous with me like the sea

Exalted like poetry

And spoiled me as you did

And corrupted me as you did

I bear witness that no woman

Has allowed my childhood

To extend to fifty… except you

I bear witness that no woman

Is able to say she is the women… except you

And that in her navel lies

The center of this universe

I bear witness that no woman

Is followed by trees when she walks

Except you…

And that doves drink from her icy body

Except you…

And that lambs graze on the summer grass of her armpit

Except you

I bear witness that no woman

Simplified in two words the story of femininity

And incited my manhood against me

Except you…

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