O smile in the heart draws my laughter
Oh my joy, the joy of attention

I love you I said it and say it again
And I keep pronouncing it for ages

Your inner love will remain open
Coherent, renewed roles

Live with love or die for it
I run after love without a choice

If I am killed, I ransom you from my ribs
And if I defeat love, I win my revenge

Where do I start when the heart is dead
And the dream is turning a blind eye.. This is deportation

I walk with my pulse faltering
My paths are lost and the journey is long

All loved ones parted and parted
And my longing's shirt is destined for abuse

Who said I broke our vows?
My tears are flowing over the banks

I drew you in the vein as a cloud
Oh my killer, do I have a way to you

All poems for the Euphrates are brides
Among the letters is a missionary and a messenger

O poet of poetry, my wound is bleeding
Tears rhymes in the lines evidence

I kept silent, and his features did not appear
This situation is known as the steadfast one

And how much I endured from distance and pain
Even with closeness, there was reproach and envy

I kept their promise Mashazni pain
As long as..... my heart trembles in the bowels

The sky cries tears from its sockets
In order to rest..... How many clouds are there?

Except my eyes, despite the sadness, are rigid
In it are the clouds... and in them are the straw and the ash

And like your grief, my heart, as lost
When the old man is alone, the boy cherishes her

Life dries up with a face full of turmoil
A bra with her handcuffs in her handcuff

Despite trying to survive and miraculously
And the fire of its embers in the liver is burning

One's life may be luxurious
Or an intensity equal to his day.. a scoundrel

The intelligent evening becomes without home or destiny
And people are ruled by an idiot and a scoundrel

The grit remains a sword whose sheath is my liver
And the wound bleeds poetry formulated by asceticism

They are loved ones if they are absent and if they are present
And it is the same whether they lived or died

From their saliva they poured honey into their mouths
What makes wine sweeter if it mixes with water?

And warm his heart, how many diseases he suffers
The virginity of longing is a unique nature in it

If vinegar leaves a loved one, he will sleep with him
The soul departs from that body

Stop by their house and mention their virtues
Desolate desolate, none of them

And he mourned the lower planets after he escaped
The dearest people other than Allah are what they worship

The wellsprings of goodness are knights with a witness
Courts of credit since they became and since they were found

Those who were generous on the day of drought were not stingy
And the givers and the needy are a bond

قل لعينيك أن تنام مبكرًا
غدا الحنين سوف يوقظها

في يوم من الأيام سيطرق الزائر بابك
لم تمر زهرة عبر الحديقة

سيقسم الأنهار والحدائق النباتية
يقوم بصيغ الألحان والأحماض

سوف يعلم العيون للتألق
وسيأمر الجفونين بكسر

لا تذهب إلى الورود قبل الأوان
اللوردات لديهم موعد ولن يتغيروا.

I kept silent, and his features did not appear
This situation is known as the steadfast one

And how much I endured from distance and pain
Even with closeness, there was reproach and envy

I kept their promise Mashazni pain
As long as..... my heart trembles in the bowels

The sky cries tears from its sockets
In order to rest..... How many clouds are there?

Except my eyes, despite the sadness, are rigid
In it are the clouds... and in them are the straw and the ash

And like your grief, my heart, as lost
When the old man is alone, the boy cherishes her

Life dries up with a face full of turmoil
A bra with her handcuffs in her handcuff

Despite trying to survive and miraculously
And the fire of its embers in the liver is burning

One's life may be luxurious
Or an intensity equal to his day.. a scoundrel

The intelligent evening becomes without home or destiny
And people are ruled by an idiot and a scoundrel

The grit remains a sword whose sheath is my liver
And the wound bleeds poetry formulated by asceticism

They are loved ones if they are absent and if they are present
And it is the same whether they lived or died

From their saliva they poured honey into their mouths
What makes wine sweeter if it mixes with water?

And warm his heart, how many diseases he suffers
The virginity of longing is a unique nature in it

If vinegar leaves a loved one, he will sleep with him
The soul departs from that body

Stop by their house and mention their virtues
Desolate desolate, none of them

And he mourned the lower planets after he escaped
The dearest people other than Allah are what they worship

The wellsprings of goodness are knights with a witness
Courts of credit since they became and since they were found

Those who were generous on the day of drought were not stingy
And the givers and the needy are a bond

Tell your eyes to sleep early
Tomorrow nostalgia will wake her up

One day a visitor will knock on your door
No flower passed through the garden

He will split rivers and plant gardens
He formulates melodies and carves alabaster

He will teach the eyes to shine
And He will command the two eyelids to be broken

Don't go to roses prematurely
Lords have a date and they will not change.

The mother of the eyes, so magic has no lineage
Except to her all magic.. is attributed

Your eyes turn to horizons in brilliance
Meteors flow from between those eyes

It flows well and seduces the heart of its lover
With the blueness of the light, his heart is tired

And longing scatters with eyelids. his shares
Watching for a boy, what works for him to escape

Azhou if my eyes caught your eyes
And the soul flourishes if it succeeds in meeting you

O kawthar of love, you quench the thirst of the heart
O essence of love, how sublime and sweet

like roses, like a bright full moon
And like a breeze on a quiet, bright night

And warm his heart, how many diseases he has
The virginity of longing is a unique nature in it

If the vinegar leaves a loved one, he will sleep with him
The soul is interrupted by that body

He stopped from their house and mentioned their virtues
Desolate Desolate, none of them

He mourned the lower planets after he escaped
Dearest people other than God are what they worship

Tell your eyes to sleep early
Tomorrow nostalgia will wake her up

One day a visitor will knock on your door
No flower passed through the garden

He will split rivers and plant gardens
He formulates melodies and carves alabaster

He will teach the eyes to shine
And He will command the two eyelids to be broken

Don't go to roses prematurely
Lords have a date and they will not change.

I kept silent, and his features did not appear
This situation is known as the steadfast one

And how much I endured from distance and pain
Even with closeness, there was reproach and envy

I kept their promise Mashazni pain
As long as..... my heart trembles in the bowels

The sky cries tears from its sockets
In order to rest..... How many clouds are there?

Except my eyes, despite the sadness, are rigid
In it are the clouds... and in them are the straw and the ash

And like your grief, my heart, as lost
When the old man is alone, the boy cherishes her

Life dries up with a face full of turmoil
A bra with her handcuffs in her handcuff

Despite trying to survive and miraculously
And the fire of its embers in the liver is burning

One's life may be luxurious
Or an intensity equal to his day.. a scoundrel

The intelligent evening becomes without home or destiny
And people are ruled by an idiot and a scoundrel

The grit remains a sword whose sheath is my liver
And the wound bleeds poetry formulated by asceticism

They are loved ones if they are absent and if they are present
And it is the same whether they lived or died

From their saliva they poured honey into their mouths
What makes wine sweeter if it mixes with water?

And warm his heart, how many diseases he suffers
The virginity of longing is a unique nature in it

If vinegar leaves a loved one, he will sleep with him
The soul departs from that body

Stop by their house and mention their virtues
Desolate desolate, none of them

And he mourned the lower planets after he escaped
The dearest people other than Allah are what they worship

The wellsprings of goodness are knights with a witness
Courts of credit since they became and since they were found

If my life is narrowed by my sorrows
Or lost tears in my eyelids

Or I became alone in myself
And I became the remains of a human being

I'll be back petting the iguanas
And I'm back singing my songs

And embrace a path that knows me
And so my sorrows will subside

Hola Romeo

Have you written a poem for me yet

Nice poems .

All poems are for you, O coven of women, and you are among them my beauty

Thank you for coming, my dear teacher

Who gave me the cup of his love, here I am
Between my grandfather, my longing, and our suffering

I tasted our God when we met for a moment
And since we parted, there is no joy nor here

What happened, where is the connection, and where is it?
It was said on the day we met

The distance hurts every lover's heart
a wound like the edge of a sword or the edge of a cann."

I am not worthy of eloquence, but
I seek to spread love in the homelands

So I wrote letters in the people of Algeria
In her goodness like pearls and corals

And thin my hair in Damascus I wrote
My heart is constantly beating

Turn the poem organized for our Iraq
Decorate it with kindness and tenderness

I wrote my poems for Happy Yemen
I perfumed it with basil breezes

And organized a wonderful letter for Sudan
As good as anemone

Green Tunisia purely in letters
Of my beaters cast weights

And poetry in Tetouan increased its beauty
For her sake, she tweeted like a crown

And I became when I mentioned Egypt, my love
A pink butterfly

Poetry in Lebanon drips tenderness
I see it as the most beautiful country

And for the land of the sheikh of our jihad from Khafaqi
I gifted it as pearls without decreasing

In praise we wanted the letters raced
God, the Creator of the Universe, protects him

As for my beloved Palestine, it is in my blood
And my heart is constantly delirious

O Lord, unite our ranks, O Most Generous
And our hearts, O wide benevolence

I dwell in the spirit, who in the spirit makes me dwell
And I chose a love that came with honesty and honor...!
The soul does not live except in those who are similar to it
In thought, character, morals and passion..
Passion is a flame in its fire is hail
And adoration is a noble art, supremely tender.
A story does not end, with longing we write it
And love does not die, it proceeds to the goal..

You will remain in me like Oud Jasmine
Whenever the winds of longing blow, the fragrance of your perfume spreads
I loved you beyond love
I will always love you for the rest of