Beautiful Love and Flirting Poetry
- By God, I was detached from the poetry of love,
But since I saw you, I have drowned in its depths.
You embody complete beauty, and perfection is fulfilled.
God graced you with unique features;
From the kohl of your eyes, my eyes find their adornment.
When you glance at me, a sparkle ignites in my eyes;
The moon, when it sees you, has faded away.
It shies away, as if it knows it cannot compete
With the beauty that Your Creator has fashioned for you alone.
All verses and phrases are dedicated to you;
You deserve every line, as long as you indulge in poetry.
My poetry reaches you, even if I haven’t arrived yet;
Every path I take seems to compress before you.
I have been quenched with poetry until intoxicated,
And I daydream within my verses, occasionally losing myself.
Oh, how I wish I could be ignorant once more,
And I wish God had never allowed me to become your lover.
Before knowing you, I wasn’t a lover of poetry,
But upon meeting you, a fire ignited within my heart.
- Good evening, my love, the essence of my existence is you.
I feel you are present in my days, even if you do not recall me.
The scent from the flowers lingers, and my heart remains with your memory,
Your radiant essence in my heart continues to provide warmth after your absence.
- They deceived her, claiming she was beautiful,
And flattery entices women.
Does she forget my name as
Her name in love expands?
If she sees me turning away, as if nothing
Once existed between us.
A glance, then a smile, followed by a greeting,
Words exchanged, then a date, and finally meeting.
Those days, don’t ask how they were;
We flourished in love, taking what we desired.
We had a guardian watching over our chastity;
I grew tired of the affections it evoked.
She tugged at my stubborn garment, saying,
“You poets must fear God in the hearts of maidens,
For maidens’ hearts are mere breezes.”
- Dark bittersweetness, remember our vow,
Among the groves and in the eyes, our sorrow.
How did we part…? Oh, pure maiden of love,
I haven’t forgotten our pledge; I will never forget you.
By the meadows by the stream,
My eyes locked with yours, and my heart was entrapped.
Then we met in beauty’s secrecy,
And I drank deeply from the sweetness of your love.
Your eyes questioned after my absence,
Did you forget our pledge, oh you who acted?
For the one who created the hearts to love,
I have not forgotten, nor can I cease to adore you.
But my heart, spirit, and soul
Are captives to you, so honor your captives.
I will remain a devotee in your love,
Completely surrendered to your destiny.
- Dark beauty, a cure for the ailing heart,
Have compassion for a youth seeking your solace.
He has not slept since seeing you; his night is a celebration,
And from the fountain of love, your eyes have quenched his thirst.
He is worn out by perpetual longing and desire,
Sleepless, tracing your footsteps.
Are you deceiving him and breaking your promises,
While torturing him with your love?
He who has spent the night awake,
Watches the stars, hoping to meet you.
On a festive day, welcome him,
Let your hands release your veil’s weight.
Do you forbid him the desires of his heart,
While allowing others to gaze upon your grace?
And you hasten to escape lightly,
So he cannot feast his eyes upon your beauty.
- And you torment his heart with indifference,
Have mercy, oh ascetic of love, have mercy.
He wouldn’t want to see you where the others are,
Among the maidens showcasing their youth.
And you draw near to them after the distance,
Returning greetings that you bestowed on him.
O solace of the tortured heart, out of mercy,
To the distressed in love seeking your sanctuary.
His dreams always speak of your secret meeting,
By the brook where your eyes keep vigil upon you.
A mere gesture or a smile can please him,
Or a whisper shared between your lips.
Do not forsake him and shatter his dreams,
Crushing his hopes with your neglect.
Have compassion for his heart and remember
A heart that began its happiness from seeing you.
He had sworn to abandon love,
Yet you ensnared his heart with your allure.
- Perhaps my soul is unable to meet you,
And my eyes cannot behold you, but my heart is never unable to forget you.
If the eye has not seen you, the heart will not forget.
I love you to death… do not ask me for proof;
Have you ever seen a bullet questioning the slain?
Perhaps a person sells something they once purchased,
But never will they sell a heart that has fallen in love.
Do not ask me about dew, for none is softer than your voice,
And do not ask me about my homeland, as I have built it in your hands.
And do not inquire about my name, as I forgot it the moment I loved you.
I intended to carve your name on my heart,
But I feared to disturb the rhythm of my heartbeats.
If one day out of despair, I considered taking my life,
I would not hang myself, nor would I shoot myself, nor leap from a tower,
For I know, simply, that your eyes are the swiftest means of ending it all.
I have no trust except in your eyes; they are a land that does not betray.
Allow me to gaze into them; let me know who I am.
Why, oh why is our path long and strewn with thorns?
Why is there a web of wires between your hands and mine?
Why is it that when I am here, you are there?
If I had two hearts, I would live with one, and keep the other,
Suffering from the agony of longing for you.
I love you; please try to assist me,
For the one who began this tragedy shall also end it;
And the one who opened the doors will close them,
And the one who ignited the flames will extinguish them.
- You are the essence of beauty, you are the charm
I approached you carrying a fragrant red flower.
But once I realized who it belonged to, I wilted, terribly shy.
Oh, glory to the Creator, His command occurs between ‘Be’ and ‘It is.’
He granted you beauty paired with grace, and you became its foremost component.
The stars in the sky at night when you appear bring joy,
And should you walk through the valley, it would cease from sorrow.
- You have kept me awake, oh my beloved, while others sleep,
Sleep has eluded me, oh splendid one.
My worries have risen due to you, and your presence lingers in my thoughts.
You didn’t tell me why the promise has faded.
Among all, my eyes only cherish you.
Oh, embodiment of beauty, the invitation for my heart is imminent;
Return, for you thrive amidst the longing within my ribs.
When you come to visit me, I’m not greedy.
- Believe me, my love, you are all I ever wished for.
In my life, I have never reached such passion for anyone other than you.
Believe me, if it were in my power, I would possess you for eternity.
My heart, upon loving you, has never contemplated your separation.
Believe me, the weight of the world rests in one hand,
And you, my dear, are in the other;
Your hand outweighs all else, turning the world into a treasure for your love.
Believe me, you are my worry, you are my life, you are my soul;
My heart is wounded, but all I seek is your satisfaction.
Believe me, no matter how I describe my love and admiration,
I cannot express the depth of your love because my soul resides within your vision.
- O orphan of my joy, truly an orphan; they envy me for this orphaned happiness.
Every creature gathers within me; my anxious heart cannot withstand this tremendous blow.
Oh beloved, I am utterly smitten; my soul lacks the integrity of a healthy condition.
Oh beloved, everything within me belongs to you, as the flames of love torment my insides.
If my soul has sins in loving you, forgive her, even if she is guilty,
And if I have committed crimes in love, I take pride in my grand offense.
- No, my life is worth nothing without you.
Cut my veins, even if another heart beats within me,
For all three desires are intertwined with you.
I adore you, I love you; passion has become my identity,
And although you do not realize it, I declare and speak of you.
Your love has taken possession of my conscience and my being.
- If I see you in any state… you are like anyone else,
And the circumstance of our meeting does not alter me.
Your absence is depicted as an end, and my eyes see no other.
I cannot find happiness with another;
Not even in dreams, for your beauty captivates me.
The fear that distanced me,
Is the fear of words spoken;
And you may have believed them,
Only to wrong me further.
What a loss this meeting has been;
Where is the purpose in your absence?
The longing of love guides me to you,
For your affection has departed from the heart, erasing my memories with your hands.
I am truly sorry; please excuse me.
Your mistakes, your negligence, led me astray from your embrace.
My patience is exhausted from sorrow;
You have space in another’s affection, while I stand before thee, a stranger.
- And the one who created the anguish of the nights in the haunted eyes,
I am questioning my deprivation, and deprivation is my answer.
On the day of farewell, imagine me without someone to bid farewell.
I am deprived, imagine, even of sorrow.
- O assembly of lovers, please tell me,
When love enters the heart of a youth, what must he do?
He shields his passions and hides his secrets,
Staying patient in all matters and yielding.
How can he hide when love is harming him,
When every day, his heart is being torn apart?
- I love you; ask the moon about me, for you do not know how many nights my heart has languished for you.
I loved no one like you; neither woman nor man. I will always love you and rush toward you in these paths.
I imagined you by my side since childhood, and how I wish we could reunite and meet during our travels.
Here, dear one, take this rose, a lasting memory for all time.
We shall meet one day by the riverbank,
And it will be a beautiful day, close to magic.
I loved you sincerely, oh dark beauty,
And there is no end to my love for you.
Will you accept me as your love, oh bright one?
Or will you refuse and cast me to the depths of the sea?
- Greetings, oh eyelashes… O the one who steals the hearts of the innocents,
I have no thirst; certainly, my soul is parched.
And I am not sick, even if my condition appears dire.
How I wish God had never created love and separation,
Or if He created love without parting.
You are my pain, and how can I not torment you?
You who has wounded my heart; your injury is my remedy.
Everyone rebukes at times, their beloved;
Yet love transcends every wound.
My eyes are feasted only by your sight;
I fear the day I arrive and find you are not there.
Indeed, no one can replace you in my heart;
You are more precious than the world itself.
I cannot trade my eyes for what I cannot give,
What is the benefit of my world without your gaze?