#words_for_punches #Al-Mounisa #Majnoun_Layla #words #hymns #hymn #hymns #without_music #poetry #poets #sad_poetry #Iraqi_folk_poetry #folk_poetry #poems_of_parting #poems #poems #subscription #subscribe_to_the_channel #subscribe #subscribe_to_the_channel #subscribe #subscribe_now #follow #follow #followers #Islamic_hymns #hymns #hymns #poetry #poems #poems I remembered Layla and the bygone years And days when we did not fear for amusement a prohibition And a day like the shadow of a spear I shortened its shadow with Layla, so it distracted me And I was not distracted by Thamdayn Layla’s fire appeared And my company in Dhat al-Ghada was driving The whispering mounts, and the one who sees the people said, I saw a star appearing in the blackness of the night, alone, from Yemen. So I said to it, Rather, it is the fire of Layla that was kindled in Aliyah. Its light rose and appeared to me. I wish the people’s camels had not cut off the Ghada tree. I wish the Ghada tree was walking with the camels at night. O night, how many important needs I have when I come to you at night. I do not know what they are. My two friends, if you make me cry, I seek a friend who will cry for me when my tears flow. So I do not overlook the youths except in longing. I do not recite poetry except as a cure, and Allah may bring together the two separated ones after they thought with all certainty that they would never meet. May Allah curse the people who say, “We have found love to be a cure throughout time.” My memory of Layla, when she was a strong woman, used to bring us the cattle in the evening. So Layla’s sons grew up, and her son’s sons grew up. And Layla’s attachments in my heart are as they are. When we sit in a gathering to enjoy it, they whisper to each other about us until I get bored of a place. May Allah water the neighbors of Layla who have become distant. With them are the places where they occupied the places of desire, and neither poverty nor wealth nor repentance made me forget Layla until I embraced the masts, nor women who dyed the hair of a bald man to resemble Layla, then exposed her to me, O my two friends, by God, I do not possess what God has decreed for Layla, nor what He has decreed for me. He decreed her for anyone other than me and tested me with her love, so why did He not test me with something other than Layla? And you told me that Tayma is a home for Layla when summer casts anchors. These are the months of summer that have passed away from us, so why do intentions throw Layla the target? If a slanderer whose home is in Yamamah and my home is in the highest part of Hadramaut would be guided to me, what do they have, may God not make their situation good, from the luck of making Layla pregnant? I used to love Layla the most, but I kept breaking and confirming until it became public. So, O Lord, make the love between me and her equal, so that it will be sufficient, neither against me nor against me, for neither the star by which one is guided has risen, nor the morning, except that it rages. He mentioned her to me, and I did not walk a mile from Damascus, nor did Suhayl appear to the people of Ash-Sham except that he appeared to me, nor was any of the people’s namesakes mentioned to me except that my tears wet my cloak, nor did the south wind blow to her land at night except that I spent the night yearning for the wind. If you withhold Layla and protect her country from me, then you will never protect the rhymes from me, so I bear witness before God that I love her, so this is for her with me, but she has nothing for me, if God decrees what is good from her to others and longing from me And love has come to an end for me, O mother of Malik, what I hoped for has turned my soul white and made my heart infatuated. I count the nights one after the other, and I have lived an age without counting the nights. I go out from among the houses, perhaps I may speak to myself about you at night, when I am alone. I see myself, when I pray, facing her, even if the place of prayer is behind me. There is no polytheism in me, but the love of her and the greatness of the grief have exhausted the treating physician. I love from the names whatever agrees with her name, or resembles it, or is from it. Condemning my two friends, Layla, the greatest of needs and desires, so who can replace Layla for me, or who can replace her? By my life, you have made me cry, O dove of Al-Aqeeq, and you have made the weeping eyes cry, my two friends, I do not hope to live after I see my need bought and not bought for me, and Layla commits a crime, then she claims that I have forgotten, and what is in me is not hidden from people, so I have not seen the likes of us, my two friends, a passion more intense, despite our enemies, we are clear friends, we do not hope to meet, and we do not see two friends except that they hope to meet, and I I feel ashamed of you to offer my hopes of meeting you, or to offer in my hopes, as some people say, perhaps M