The Morning
The morning represents the start of a new day; it symbolizes the dawn of hope. There is something truly beautiful about the morning when we greet it with kind words from loved ones, family, and friends. Here, we present to you a collection of delightful expressions about “Good Morning.”
Beautiful Phrases About Good Morning
- Your mornings are like clouds brimming with happiness, showering your hearts with goodness, success, mercy, wellness, and answered prayers for you and your loved ones.
- A morning scented with the remembrance of God, sent to the finest of God’s creations, to light the path and bless the day.
- Your morning is like narcissus and amber, sweeter than sugar; a morning full of fragrance and cardamom, a morning that is musky and sweet-smelling.
- Oh morning, I see everyone with you embarking on a new hope, eyes keenly anticipating joy, hearts beating with aspirations, only to reach the evening and see the hopes drift away, postponed to another morning where we say “tomorrow” yet again.
- O Allah, bless my loved ones with what delights them, shield them from harm, ease their affairs, and gather us in Your paradise.
- From the roses of life, I gather them with the longing of my heart, and with “Good Morning,” I send them.
- Good morning to the sweetest bird, love’s morning to the kindest heart, a morning of joy that fills my life.
- Good morning and the candle, a morning that wipes the tear away; I love you from Saturday morning till Friday night.
- O morning of wishes and beautiful dawn, filled with sweet meanings and genuine longing.
Poetic Verses About Good Morning
Poem: Good Morning
The “Good Morning” poem by poet Mohamed Jabr Al-Harbi is a noteworthy piece. Al-Harbi, a Saudi poet and writer, was born in Taif in 1956. He has served as the supervisor of literary supplements in various Saudi newspapers and is the author of several poetry collections, including “What War Did Not Speak,” “Between Silence and Madness,” and “Khadijah,” alongside prose works like “A Book for the Wind and Rain” and “A Book for Women.”
Years have passed…
Years that have not left,
And you have not come,
Nor have you stood…
Like the uplift of my spirit’s heights,
A confession without a guardian,
A song unguarded,
As you wish,
And without saying,
I am the orphaned child, the creative illusion that you have not spoken of.
Good morning, oh morning of goodness.
Your morning, oh morning of goodness, makes me weep
And grieves me
Without the verses, nor the lute
Extending to me the sky and the sweetness of figs.
Shadows are mine, and the world is before me
I rise to it
And purify like the affluent, fragrant poor.
And I write, embracing its palms, my melodies
Good morning, oh my rose,
And oh my lute,
If the music of my heart calls out, my lute will respond.
And it shines like Sana’a,
Charming yet hidden,
And rosy,
And gray,
With it, the free cloud weaves melancholy tales.
It is the first backdrop
Of my worries, and the necessary caution
With friends… and the trees are present and forgotten.
Your love is
The confession of two birds resting upon their branch,
A tenderness that has no beginning.
The dew of your eyes is to the world a hint of the north,
A river flowing while the world is chilly,
Burning the heart of the bewildered… the night readies for the wintry world.
I fear for you
And for me, oh morning madness,
Oh dawn of children and chaos,
Your frenzy is the northern commotion.
And you do not know…
A bitter question
Passed with the mountains nearing collapse.
– Will it rain?!
One called out around me
And another, exiled, responded,
It will rain if you cross the borders,
And the soldiers had shot without intentions.
Greetings to its minarets,
And good morning, return with peace.
Cities from the shores of generosity.
Features that are resolutely steadfast in the East.
The land of Arabs is my homeland
And my homelands, as fierce as ever…
My homelands are the brown mountains
And the heavenly scriptures.
To you, oh God, who dwell in my eyes, my sun
And my dignity.
And when I approach,
My aspirations are the beauty of the light’s motion.
And water from the nectar of storms.
And a morning that has no beginning…
Like your morning, oh morning of goodness, oh mother
And my daughter
And oh my elementary words.
Poem: Morning of Love
The “Morning of Love” poem by poet Ghada Al-Samman is another notable work. Al-Samman, a Syrian poet, was born in 1942 in Damascus. She graduated from the English Language Department at the University of Damascus and continued her graduate studies at the American University of Beirut, earning a master’s degree. Her contributions to Arabic literature include numerous published books and poetry collections.
Your presence grows between us, oh child of the winds,
That hungry familiarity
And that intense feeling
Which I cannot name.
Among its various names is love.
Since I met you,
Happiness has taken residence in me.
Simply because we inhabit one planet and are illuminated by one sun.
It amazes me I called you Happiness,
And every morning I rise from my ashes
Awakening to my voice saying to you:
Morning of love, oh joy…
And because I love,
Everything I touch transforms into light.
And because I love you,
I love all the men of the world,
And I love its children, trees, seas, and creatures,
Its fishermen and fishes, its criminals, and its wounded.
And the chalk-stained fingers of the teachers,
And the bare windows of hospitals…
Because I love you,
The madness has returned to me,
And joy ignites
Within the extinguished continents of my soul.
Because I love you,
Colors have returned to the world,
After it had been black and gray,
Like those shabby old silent films…
Song has returned to the throats and fields,
And my heart races through the forests,
Singing and panting like a rebellious young deer…
In your personality, with its infinite dimensions,
A new man for each day,
And with you, I have a new love every day,
And continuously,
I betray you with you,
And partake in the delight of betrayal with you.
Everything has become your name,
Your voice;
And even when I try to escape from you,
Into the wilderness of sleep,
And it happens that my arm brushes against my ear,
I listen to my watch’s ticking,
For it echoes your name
Second by second…
And I did not “fall” in love;
I walked toward it, step by step,
Open-eyed until I reached its farthest shores.
I am “standing” in love,
Not “falling” into it.
I want you,
In all my consciousness,
Or what’s left of it after I met you!
I decided to love you,
An act of will,
Not an act of defeat.
And here I am, passing through your guarded self
With all my consciousness (or madness)
And I already know
On which planet I will set fire,
And what storm I will unleash from the box of sins…
I long for you
And lose my boundaries within yours,
Floating together above a transparent cloud,
And I call you: oh I…
And you dissolve within my body,
Like fireworks,
And when you leave,
I count the traces of your touch atop my body,
Reckoning them joyfully
Like a thief counting his spoils.
Blessed is every body I embraced,
Blessed is every woman you loved before me,
Blessed is the lips that kissed you,
And the bellies that cradled your children,
Blessed is everything you dream of,
And everything you forget!
For you,
The grass grows in the mountains,
For you,
The waves are born,
And the sea paints the horizon,
For you,
Children laugh in every distant village,
For you,
Women adorn themselves,
For you,
The kiss was invented!…
And I rise from my ashes to love you!
Every morning
I rise from my ashes
To love you, I love you, I love you,
And I shout in the face of the police,
(Everyone is a police officer when it comes to us)
I scream: Morning of love,
Morning of love, oh joy.
Messages About the Morning
Message 1:
Oh morning, how beautiful hope is in you…
How wonderful it is to see you as the starting point for a fresh beginning…
We fold the pages of the past to open a new chapter with you…
Message 2:
In the morning, I listen to the chirping of the birds…
It feels as if they gently whisper to me: Do not despair…
Embrace life with all your love… hope is renewed every morning…
Thoughts About the Morning
Thought 1:
Oh morning, we awaken anew, accompanied by fresh hope, a golden sun rising after darkness and stillness. We see flowers blooming… hear the birds singing… butterflies dancing on the balcony… the aroma of coffee rejuvenates us anew, and what a joy to see the smiles of loved ones each morning. Will your day, oh morning, complete the hopes you’ve drawn? Will the evening come with my prayers answered? Will the evening arrive, smiling like my morning?
Thought 2:
A beautiful morning accompanied by the sounds of birds and the fragrance of coffee, along with some of the chants we cherish, anticipating the day’s tasks, and gathering every meaning of optimism, energy, work, and diligence. The coffee and a piece of chocolate are sure to fulfill their purpose, surely they will have an impact, and good work will have a significant effect.
Thought 3:
I will open the doors, and the first door is you, oh morning… I happily opened your door with my heart racing. My heart beats with fear… fear of the evening, while I am full of longing, yearning, and hope… if I reach the evening and do not find what I seek, I will wait for you, oh morning, to renew my hopes and let my soul bask in your company… for you are the smile upon humanity’s lips, and you are the glimmer of hope from afar.