Separation from a Beloved
Love is one of the most beautiful experiences in life; however, when love faces harsh circumstances that necessitate one partner’s departure, sorrow inevitably takes over. Nothing is more challenging than being away from someone we love. In this article, we present beautiful poetry about the separation from a beloved.
Poetry on Separation from a Beloved
My tears flowed after parting with you,
A torrent that swells, and my weary soul’s sea is troubled.
The heart beats in a struggle of its lament,
And the chest thunders like a war drum being struck.
What place do breezes have in my life?
What pathways remain for me to leap forth?
What do the ribs endure, burned by the heat
Of separation, with each day piercing deeper?
The river pants from the dryness of its skies,
And the heart twists if its longing fades.
The soul sheds tears from its eyes,
In the shadow of a calamity that has lost its purpose.
What of the spirit? In this universe, it tires,
Then wanders, contemplating the heavens.
I traversed the roads of yearning seeking loved ones;
But where can yearning flee from its flames?
Every path is faltering, every step resenting,
And time seems to favor a lack of resolve.
It has lost its way in the stars,
All pathways branch out endlessly.
Where are the smiles? Where, oh my beloved?
Where are the springs? Where is my drink?
Where are the houses that incline for our meeting?
Where are the breezes that guide and bring together?
Once, I believed my heart was courageous,
Capable of enduring love’s absence without suffering.
I thought, would that I never loved, would that I never knew affection.
But here I am, as life grows weary,
Haunted by memories that make me rejoice.
And if the flowers stray from their market,
They provide nectar for a foraging bee.
Thus, the fragrance lingers with the loved ones departed,
While I rise to the horizon seeking your presence.
A tide of emotion swells in my heart,
It launched an arrow that hits and pierces.
My situation is unique, dear lovers of my heart;
If I plead for treasures, I am adorned and exalted.
For in love, I suffer each time
The beloved departs, and their shadow draws near.
I will continue to love as long as my heart beats,
Its rhythms echo with a desire that does not wane.
And here I am, my heart yearning, while I remain exiled,
For the ground beneath my feet is unfathomable.
Poem by يوسف الديك on Separation from a Beloved
Promise me, my love,
That no matter how far you go,
You will remain loyal to the pledge of purity.
Promise me…
Perhaps the nights will pass,
Comforting my ribs with the quiet of the promise of fidelity.
Promise me…
That you will continue to be the pulse in my heart,
So that I may remain the vein of your heart.
And despite the distances between us,
Across borders, seas, and barriers,
I live close to you.
Promise me, my beloved,
That when my anguish visits,
If my patience wanes,
And my spirit becomes burdened with the sorrows of my life,
And I declare with longing,
Come back to me, my love.
Promise me… return!
Love blossoms, thriving in the richness of promises and the sincerity of vows.
Promise me…
Despite your estrangement through the paths of silence,
That the dream of reunion will not fade,
And that you will not betray!
And vow that no matter how long you are gone,
You will remain the dew in my morning,
And you will always be my beloved,
Even if I become insignificant to you, you will not forget.
Promise me…
By the moment when my eyelashes flutter, tempting your gaze,
And your embrace when it dries, holding me close,
For in the wings of the night, there is a beautiful dream,
Please do not leave me.
Promise me…
Promise me… promise me.
Promise me that you will breathe from my lungs,
Whenever you need a breath of yearning,
And extinguish the fire on my lips,
And guard my cheek which has endured the years.
Promise me, my love, not to stray or distance yourself,
And touch my eyes like a ripple,
As they close, let us unite.
I love you, promise me.
I love you, even if you don’t promise.
Nizar Qabbani’s Poem on Separation from a Beloved
Let us part for a while…
For the sake of this love, my dear,
And for the sake of us…
Let us part for a while,
Because I want you to increase your love for me.
I want you to hate me a little,
For the sake of what we have…
Of precious memories shared between us…
For the sake of this wonderful love…
That still lingers on our lips,
Still engraved on our hands…
For the sake of what you have written to me in your letters…
And your face, planted like a flower inside me…
And your persistent love, echoing through my poetry, in my fingers.
For the sake of our memories,
And our beautiful sadness and smiles,
And our love that has grown larger than our words,
Larger than our lips…
For the sake of the most beautiful story of love in our lives,
I ask your departure…
Let us part as lovers…
Let us separate despite all love and tenderness,
For through the tears, my dear,
I want to be seen by you,
And through the fire and smoke,
I want to be seen by you…
Let us burn… let us weep, my dear,
For we have forgotten the gift of tears for a long time.
Let us part…
So our love does not become a habit,
And our longing turns to ashes…
And flowers wither in their vases…
Rest easy, my child,
For your love still fills my sight and my consciousness,
And I am still captivated by your great love,
And I still dream that you belong to me…
You are my knight and my prince.
But I… but I…
I fear my emotions,
I fear my feelings,
I fear we may grow weary of our longings,
I fear our connection… I fear our embrace…
In the name of a love that blooms like spring in our depths…
Illuminating like the sun in our eyes,
And in the name of the most beautiful love story of our time,
I ask for a departure…
So our love may remain beautiful…
So its duration may be long…
I ask for a departure.
Words about Separation from a Beloved
- My beloved, we parted not by choice, but due to the whispers of others and the rule of the stronger.
- After your absence, I miss the colors of life, my laughter, and the joys of existence. In your absence, I feel weak; I long for you, and within this longing and nostalgia, I love you immensely.
- The hardest truth for a person is to tie their memories to someone, making parting feel like forgetting.
- I fear the rain will fall, and you won’t be there with me; since you left, I dread the rain. How can I erase you from my memories when you are engraved in my heart like a carving in stone? I love you, whether you are in China or on the moon.
- Oh, how I wish time could turn back, and our meeting would last forever. However, no matter how many years go by, death will always be a sigh, and memories will exist as a dictionary echoing the touches of farewell and parting. Farewell and death are the constants of existence.