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May Ziade
How to pity Someone who scatters his pain by complaining And by grievance until nothing remains That calls for compassion? All my compassion is for you You… who do not complain Even though your pain is without boundaries and has no limits
Nazik al-Malaika
And I said, yes, my love The Sea changes its colors , Green ships cross it And golden cities emerge from it Sometimes it drinks Sunset blood And becomes in the color of space It gathers its blue color … My Love Dreams … stares with eyes of Turquoise Celestial To infinity, they take the color of light In the morning, then turns off all the chandeliers in the sky
Lameaa Abbas Umara
Had the Oracle told me ... That one day You will be My Love …. I would have not written words of love to any other Man Mute .... I pray To remain my love .... Had the Oracle told me ... That I will touch the face of the high moon … I would have not played with pebbles of the rivers And would have not threaded the Beads of my hope … Had the Oracle told me ... That My Beloved will be a Prince riding a hose made of Rubies ... Life tied me with its blonde braids I would never have dreamed that I would die Had the Oracle told me ... That My beloved … in the snowy night Would bring me with his bare hands ...... the Sun My lungs would have not frozen .... And the worries of yesterday would have not shrunk …in my eyes ... Had the Oracle told me ... That I would have met you in this Labyrinth I would have not cried over anything in the world… And would have collected my tears All the tears For a day you might leave me at
Rabindranath Tagore
This song of mine will wind its music around you, my child, like the fond arms of love. The song of mine will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing. When you are alone it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, when you are in the crowd it will fence you about with aloofness. My song will be like a pair of wings to your dreams, it will transport your heart to the verge of the unknown It will be like the faithful star overhead when dark night is over your road. My song will sit in the pupils of your eyes, and will carry your sight into the heart of things. And when my voice is silenced in death, my song will speak in your living heart.
Nizar Qabbani
I have loved you … and so I decided For whom I offer shall I give my excuses In love There is no authority… above mine Its my decision , Its my choice These are my feelings .. So…please Do not interfere Between the sea and the Sailor ..
Nazik al-Malaika
And I said, yes, my love The Sea changes its colors , Green ships cross it And golden cities emerge from it Sometimes it drinks Sunset blood And becomes in the color of space It gathers its blue color … My Love Dreams … stares with eyes of Turquoise Celestial

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