Most Beautiful Expressions of Reproach
- Distance is often more elegant than reproach.
- Fragments of my life call out from each home; the remnants of my years linger at every door. I find myself carrying an aged heart, full of regret and lacking in desires.
- Reproach is an old practice, yet mutual treatment is far more beautiful.
- A new time will come for you, and my face will become a fleeting shadow. We will read beautiful poetry at night that melts like moonlight. In an instant, we will recall the past, remember a bygone era that has faded, bringing warmth back to the heart, as the sound of rain flows like light. Yet, we will not reclaim the tales of reproach, nor those whom we love, nor those who betrayed us.
- At times, a person must spend time alone, in deep reflection. Whether it’s a moment of reconciliation, a trial session, or some reproach, the significant part is the solitude, detaching oneself from the crowd and cleansing from the mud of life and the mire of time. One must remove the layers of dust amassed daily and search for that old light, which slowly diminishes day by day.
- Lack of faith, poor manners, regret over mistakes, and an unwillingness to accept reproach are ailments without cure.
- Reproach acts as a balm for the heart.
- Beautiful estrangement is distancing without harm, beautiful forgiveness is granting pardon without reproach, and beautiful patience is enduring without complaint.
- There is no reproach after death.
- The gentler the reproach, the greater the pain it inflicts.
- Sometimes, the mere act of ceasing reproach can itself serve as a reproach.
Expressions of Reproach for a Beloved
- Do not reproach the beloved who has grown weary; when love falls ill, reproach ceases to exist.
- Reproach is only deserved by those we love.
- Reproach, like care, is something we reserve for those we cherish; those we wish to part from are too insignificant to reproach.
- Reproach should be given only to the deserving, just as love should be cherished only by those worthy of it.
- Reproach corresponds to the strength of affection; those I reproach are defended by friends. I reproach my tormentor, then my own self; my soul is wrought with anger, yet finds solace in suffering. If I could, I would repent from this; but how could I distance my soul from its captors? My heart longs for love, yet reaps the consequences, and its owner is rewarded for their suffering. If punishment existed, I would embrace it, yet the wild deer has no punishment. Those who criticize do not see what is evident, and wisdom often gets lost in the crowd. I awakened, only to deny my solace, as my heart recalls youthful exuberance, as if the strings of passion control my emotions, with no barriers against desire. It’s as if the tale of longing returns to its beginning; the book remains unfinished, as passion demands constant companionship, and we share an eternal bond. When I lose interest in love, the commitments repeat, and the cup continues to fill.
- The essence of true love is so profound that when one loves genuinely, there remains nothing to hold onto for reproach.
- Reproach has sadly become as commonplace as environmental pollution.
- My beloved often gave me looks of reproach that kept me alert to avoid offending her.
- After parting from those we love, both sides might claim innocence—perhaps one is at fault, or maybe the other—but this leaves no room for reproach post-separation.
- Does one who loves with a depth akin to death dare reproach one whose love is shallow like earthly terrains?
Words of Reproach for Friends
- I have often envied friends who start their day with numerous phone calls to check on their loved ones, and have envied relatives who only sleep after speaking to those they cherish. I sometimes blame myself for the laziness I exhibit, which costs me a bitter reproach and, at times, more than mere reproach.
- Among loyal friends, reproach is to occur twice; on the third, I wish you all the best.
- Reproach among friends is better than harboring hidden grudges.
- Embrace your friend’s flaws, and avoid excessive reproach, as it breeds resentment.
- There is no benefit in reproaching a friend indifferent to our feelings; if our friendship mattered, they would make time for its continuity.
- Some friends we wish to avoid in chance meetings, for our eyes may harbor reproaches that could harm.
- There is a whisper of reproach in my heart for a friend who felt like a brother.
- Reproach is a part of love; those we reproach are the ones we wish to keep close. Thus, reproaching a friend serves only to preserve that friendship.
- Do not expect reproach from me, my friend; my silence should suffice, as I have always strived to maintain our bond while you have shown indifference.
Poems on Reproach
- According to Ibn Anin:
He turned reproach into estrangement,
A deer that struck true, left me feeling slain.
An insidious whisper deceived him,
He obeyed and I resisted the blame.
He believed my endurance of his love was weariness,
But it was a guise for caution and decorum.
Alas, time cannot erase love from my heart,
Even if the herds turn away.
- According to Ahmed Shawqi:
Reproach flows with the depth of affection,
And those I rebuke are cherished by friends.
I awakened to deny my peace of heart,
Reviewing youthful joy within.
For life is vibrant until it retreats,
Leaving every remainder in the cup dulled.
And I have not inherited a rope,
Nor do I have garments too tight for you.
- According to Mahmoud Sami Al-Baroudi:
Cease reproaching; if you sought to be gentle,
This world has failed to deliver your demand.
If I owe you an offense,
It is fated, for I am a descendant of Adam.
- According to Al-Qadi Al-Fadhil:
Count all reproaches; I have not spared one,
And I have given you both brevity and length.
And if the clouds do not bless you with droplets,
You have connected mere illusions to the lineage of clouds.
And I have destined you to be a cloud,
But elevated myself to be mere dust.
And you bestowed upon me false honor,
Covering it with a veil of hope.
- According to Al-Abbas bin Al-Ahnaf:
I have been warned of reproach
Long before I deserved it.
I remained apprehensive and anxious,
Weeping long and counting my responses.
Will you not have mercy on a youth enamored,
Whose love yields tears to the dust?
For love was not created for this world,
But merely for pain and torment.