Poem of Romance: What Love Has Offered
- As the poet Al-Buhturi expresses:
Love is that which has been granted from the heart,
And a deep sorrow for the infatuated lover.
I forget the gray hairs in the morning light,
At the mention of you, or in silence, I avoid blame.
O perfect moon, have you wronged me?
With the prolonging of the night, this endless night.
And what if your glance falters on a day when I stay,
It alters me deeply in my bones.
You have burdened me with a torment that lingers,
A state that diverts me from what lies ahead.
A thirst that will slay me in our journey, as we depart,
For it harmed me while I remained.
The flame from your cheek has harmed,
Its beauty incites a heart that remains devoted to you.
I pray that no forbidden blood is spilled,
By that enchantment, during the sacred month.
O Muhammad, son of Abdullah, but for your generosity,
Kindness would have overflowed from the noble souls.
And the stars have no significance except through a people’s greatness,
By whom you rise in pride or compete in excellence.
For you is the abode of the Persians, where it is erected,
And the pride of notable leaders of immense stature.
Poem of Love: O My Beloved
- As per the poet Nizar Qabbani:
O my beloved,
A beautiful poem inscribed upon the moon.
Love is depicted on every leaf of the trees,
And in the drops of rain.
Yet, which woman in my homeland,
If she loves a man,
Is cast away with fifty stones?
Poem: You Are My Beloved
- By poet Yahya Tawfiq Hassan:
Your voice arrives like light to stir me,
Knocking on my door, awakening my joy.
Desires travel within me,
As the whisper of your fragrance illuminates my night.
You soar at the edge of my letters,
A melody that shapes my smile and the spaces around me.
Yet, if distance separates us, my pens weep for you,
And the eyes of night bear witness to my wounds.
I am addicted to the depths of sorrow in your eyes,
And I gather my destinies in your hands.
Where is the road to your memory, and how can I,
Rest momentarily between your hands?
Long has the absence tortured my saddened heart,
Lost, its essence dissolves in you.
Why do I await while longing envelops me,
Keeping me at bay, yet it pulls me towards you?
Nothing can extinguish the fire of your love in my blood,
Except the blazing flame upon your lips.
Your love has been light in the fog of my time,
A beacon that keeps my miseries at bay.
Your nobility illuminates my veins,
I wander in splendor before my peers.
I walk on thorns, led by passion,
Your light in my eyes and in my heart.
Poem: I Found Love Aflame
- By poet Qais ibn al-Mulawwah:
I found love ablaze,
The hearts of lovers serve as its fuel.
If it were such that when it burnt, it would vanish,
Yet every time it ignites, it returns.
Like the people of the fire when their hides are cooked,
They are given, once more, skins for their suffering.
Poem: Affections of Love
- As articulated by poet Muhammad Mahdi al-Jawahiri:
The manifestations of love, how beautiful they are,
They refine my nature and clarify my character.
These flames fill my soul with tenderness,
I do not deny the grace of these flames.
I boast in love,
From my longing, where is one who does not crave?
Trust that the heart cannot be preoccupied with,
Memories that are not of you.
You do not know what I have endured,
How could you know the taste of what you have not tasted?
You left me with nothing but a trace,
And a devotion that lasts until breath ends.
My morn in sorrow is not detestable,
It is indeed sweeter than my evening.
These verses grip my soul in their unfolding,
How would it be for you to hear them from my lips?
A heartfelt home with a broken tone,
Heavy breaths rising within my throat.
I have not lived by the faith of passion,
For your love is the covenant upon my neck.
Poem: The Birthplace of Love
- Poet Abdullah Al-Bardouni:
Here, love has appeared and faded,
And shattered in the hands of yesterday, dissolving away.
Love has grown here, how has it become,
In the fertile soil of sweet memory?
This place has cherished our love,
Where love rejuvenated and flourished youthful.
We were bestowed with pure love,
Then fed it with memories and weeping.
Once a love, now it’s a tale,
Transferring yesterday’s dreams into fabrications.
A wandering story we read,
From the mouth of memory, chapters and volumes.
This land knows us well,
How we satiated it with melodies of pain.
We planted it goodbyes and reunions,
Spread out with dialogues and quarrels.
I wish it would speak to us,
Asking for the tale of these two troubled hearts.
I wish it could reply,
About our love, granting answers.
We tasted love here, in wine,
Reawakening to find it mere mirage.
We sang our youth amid these paths,
Only to turn and find no trace of youth.
The birthplace of love called us to happiness,
So we hastened to pillage bliss.
The birthplace of love embraced us for a moment,
Yet suddenly, that shadow became a blaze.
So we poured around it our wishes,
And filled the cup with tears and torment.
Returning from it, begging for grief,
We weep in the hope of love gone astray.
Poem: I Found Love
- As recited by poet Sabah Al-Hakeem:
A beautiful specter came to me in my dreams,
Singing whispers that penetrated my bones.
In its eyes are the celebrations of nights,
And in its hands, the fragrance of roses sleeping.
I drew near, that I might soothe my sorrow,
While it serenades my whispers with sweet allure.
I discovered love in its eyes soaring,
With a kindness that quenched my thirst for oblivion.
Hopes bloomed upon my lashes,
Like the melody of love composing in harmony.
Verses poured forth from my feelings,
Blossoming emotions from my longing.
Poetic verses remind me of you, endlessly,
Watering you with the affection of my passion.
Without you, life is unbearable for my heart,
My path is desolate, the smile upon my lips is dry.
I will inscribe my heart upon this line,
I love you, for passion runs high within each beat.
Return, for time deserves to savor sweetness,
As life moves on before my eyes.
It laments the seasons of sorrow on my lines,
And my eyes soften from yearning.
If your light fades from my path,
The heart will perish in a sea of darkness.
To be etched on my grave after my death,
Is that I have died from the disease of love.
Poem: Love is Sovereign
- As recited by poet Mohammed Beniss:
In love, you submit and toil.
In love, you die many times and accept.
In love, you obey,
In love, the forbidden becomes permissible.
The despised,
The abandoned,
The prohibited,
Do not oppose in love,
Nor choose.
Love is an affair,
Captivating,
So yield to the invasion of time,
And follow,
A path laid out by your defeat.
And I must tell you, I loved a maiden in my youth,
With golden hair, yet since that time,
I have not favored dark-haired beauty, thus my father.
Poem: My Beloved, Are the Testimonies of Love Only
- By poet Al-Sharif Al-Razi:
My beloved, are the evidences of love only,
Yearning or dispute or nostalgia?
Your dwelling has taken refuge in my heart,
A place that, if you knew it, is secure.
If you fancy that I stray from you,
That day, I shall love more than I ever could.
Do not fear separation, for my heart,
Is today safe and secure on you.