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The best poems of Ibn Jadlan

Ibn Jadlan left a wide range of beautiful poems, and his poems varied in their contents between spinning, praise, reproach and slander. Some of them are songs featuring the most beautiful Arab voices, such as the singer Abdullah Al-Ruwaished and the singer Majed Al-Muhandis. In the following headings, a selection of the finest poems written by Ibn Jadlan will be included.

Poem, O eyes of the beast, the neck of a deer

Among the most beautiful of what Ibn Jadlan wrote in Al-Ghazl are verses in which he said:

What would I do, eyes of the beast, the neck of a deer?
To get your wings open my heart gates
I have three years between fact and fiction
And the last months of this year complete the fourth closing
It’s almost clear
Whoever boils her with her family will compete with what is consistent
She got lost from her childhood between two fools
Her fans are the shepherd of the country and her lover is lovers
To me, you took the crown of the goddesses of beauty
Peace be upon you, from the gate of Sanaa to Iraq

Poetry about the morning

A poem of adversity, oh beautiful, in crises, a test

In adversity he wrote a poem in which the meanings of eloquence and accuracy are among the best poems of Ibn Jadlan, in which he stated:

Adversity, oh beautiful, crises are a test
The long delusion is distinguished from the short
All I mention is your condition between a cave and a fire
The world is comfortable with my eyes, a frown, a raindrop
Do you think your love erases militancy and siege?
Extremism in love is an evil evil
Their work against you and me will give you dignity
In a conscience that dwells in front of you a companion
A planter for you, from buttons to buttons
Its texture, the blue oud, and the aroma
Tighten your tricks, you will not fail or collapse
Do not underestimate your value while you are great in my eyes
The deliciousness of the air cactus is like the joy of victory
Do not believe those who say envy is no good
Do not change what happened from Qena, as you are jealous
Everything they dry up is difficult
Gold without his guards, and two adults
And pearls without it the prestige of the abundant sea
Change your lattes and write a decision on yourself
Misbehavior drives you to misery
If it wasn’t for you, I would come to you more than one day
Other than what is suitable for a place without an opinion
My chance and time for Harar on the cunning Harar
Nothing comes back to the shop, except for the camel
I swear to God that I die, I will not die
Put trust in your heart, and trust is a treasure of conscience
Take into account the words of those who see you
One who owns his heart, nor his mind is timid
And love is a school, something to prove and something to escape
And you are my lesson with Is the first and last love

Poetry about roses Nizar Qabbani

A poem by Ali Kathro, the agents of eternity

His poem on the complaint is one of the masterpieces of what Saad bin Jadlan wrote, where he said:

Ali has multiplied the helpers of eternity and eternity against me
And this is the case for whom the conditions of eternity have become against
The world has challenged me over something else
And the rope of ruin is shabby if you come with it
Some friends I could not meet with echo
And if you need his love, he will be deterred
And nothing came back to me except to leave the house and be strong
And whoever promised me, otherwise, by God, he will not return
And the chest of space is wide with the horizon extended
And whoever walked in a path arrived, even after a while
Elia Barua Al-Khelan and luck is deteriorating
The boy does not leave the house for his help
Variation change is the limit change
And God is the one who shortens and extends life
I got stuck in the prayer rope and my hands got tired
It is useless, and the rope today is free
And with the bow of my dress, I am alive on my feet
And each separates his clothes on his feet
And he who does not fulfill his duty has died
There is no good in his duty as long as he seeks it
Go away and leave the house from my grandfather
And he who has a favor and a favor wears it
And my sustenance is on the one who does not give the longest
And whoever seeks the help of his Creator will obtain what he desires
There is no good in one who accepts grievance and opposition
The one whose hand is short of the cauldron will be feared

Yesterday’s poem

Also, his poem (Yesterday) is one of Ibn Jadlan’s best writings in Nabati poetry, and in it he said:

Yesterday is the day of the servants
In her sleep I am on the elbow conscious
They are tearing the jacket of the heart tearing up
She says the garlic of the heart is eaten by snakes

I took the pen from among the Russian fingers
I wanted to highlight my biography and my impression
I was isolated from Sadkan weekend
I was isolated from the laughter of the industrial face
And I was isolated from Benin with projects
Ice cold and sun lance, Ma’i
And I was isolated from cell transplant Al-Balaqi’
And she was isolated from the quadruple fold lift
From the benefit of those who ask me for benefits
Beautiful without her family, my loss
In its markets, it is no longer to be bought or sold
I would have stepped from the company of the long arm
Whoever is on companionship is driven by motives
This is what you buy and what you sell
Either encourage me to be good encouragement
Otherwise, Hamid will teach me the endeavors
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I narrowed down all the wide gaps
Jetty Wesley Asir Topics
And leave the secrets of my mind for him and my courier
Knowing what is the knowledge of greed?
It produces nothing but arrogance and loss

short poetry about love

vanity poem

Among the poetry of wisdom is a poem written by Ibn Jadlan entitled (The Vanity), in which he said:

Ignorance in the son of Adam assuming the wasp
If his way is gone, he will think that he is heading
He has what is like a shura with a shura shore
I don’t know, he has a mood, and people mix him
You can have a mood that reciprocates with you
If on the movie Al Shatara and the dubbing movie
And at the end of the journey, I did not get what was in the chests
Every psalm has a shoralia that exceeds its arrogance
The moon and the sun, but it takes light from it
And the mountains become saddled horses under it
He thinks that he has the advantage of taking over the crossing
ان لقاءالملح از عقه ون لقاء الحلواسمجه
The sky was unable to reach the wings of birds
Only Muhammad Balila Mirajeh reached him
O son of Adam, may God curse the proud arrogant
Whoever humbles himself under his Lord, He is exalted above him
For those who do not enter Hell for the sake of vanity
For the Arabs, try to be humble and give them a face
Who met sweet stripes and fruitful flowers
He didn’t sit scooping out of the sea and driving something

The most beautiful poem about the evening

poem ya zain

And in the context of various books he wrote a poem entitled Ya Zain in which he said:

Walking in Al-Rawd Al-Khidr, not Shasha Al-Khadr
Yazin Al-Deira, who has the rights to the tag, has been developed
Peace of mind rests in the green and misyar floods
Happiness for the hearts that are of solace are pleased
When will my eyes see what is on my heart spring and house?
I see happiness in the life of society a picture
No, Mazoon was above them, two young children
On that pulp that of Radwan is submerged
No, Smager Al-Mazoun and Shasha Al-Nawwar are healthier
And he made his solitude and the moon manifested his light
I see lightning without her, her captain is tandar
It says gas cylinders from behind a fountain waterfall
Maher swam my imagination in the news, cold and fire
And I see the embers above it, the dallah of the messengers is engraved
This is the view that you do not see in life
On his watch, with the splendor of imagination, she will die oppressed
It is forbidden that I do not insult the shepherd of a million and a billion
I do not congratulate Arabsat on space, its role and its ability
I live in a world for a long time, it remains a memory for her
It is forbidden to him, it is a life that is not unjust
This is the correct face, and there is no dust on the correct face
It is a fact, and the Labib perceives it with his full feeling

A poem of feuds and mischief

Concerning the conditions of the world, he wrote his poem Hazazat and Mushoukh, in which he stated:

Amal Qalbn says say they are on a sikh
The world has been filled with feuds and strife
Donia Tannoukh the patron of the mind
And in it, he is awake and dizzy
Change the children’s cooking
And her insults included the Arabs, they became paralyzed
I left them the world with kitchen towels
Even relatives, including the skinned wolf
Only the children of the strawberries lived in it
Step on the camel that is blown out of praise
Why did his money become a sheikh born a sheikh?
And the sheikh himself is on the monument and the thorns
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And when a necessity came to them, they became chickens

poem breaking thoughts

Ibn Jadlan has one of the best poems he wrote in which he said:

Oh my friend, breaking thoughts from their desires is forbidden
And love is revived by the connection, and the soul is revived by food
All the limbs in you speak to me from your eyes
Oh, it would be nice if you could pronounce it from your tongue
Oh, you would like to take my situation into consideration
From a lot of drama, and I want to expel the air, I am very current
And the one who makes love and jealousy cause revenge
Oh, take one of his pleasures, and one does not take
Whoever shouts from the intended mistake, God is not to blame
Command that you spoil what you want to happen, say I want this

The poem of every house was brought back while I am an adult

He has a poem in love with sweet meanings and subtle style in which he said:

Every house has been returned while I am a snowman
My pride for me, my pride for him
The fever increased our joy for the healer
And the healer provided the fever with a fullness
Oh beautiful, he folded the situation
I swear to God that my liver is waiting for you
By God, my heart is on the verge of pain, my lips
There is no trick in my hand, nor is there a trick in your hands
Sign me up for the knowledge of your love Fdawi
I’m crazy after crazy night
O Neck of the Khaf, O Ain Al-Nadawi
Yasrajeev, the impossible humiliation
A woman who is shorter than Al-Manawi
The choice of Dahm is the original title
We call you, you are a broken Oud Jawi
Your clothes, Sondos, your drink Salsabila
If the sheikhs practice fatwas,
Go back like me running the long way
I love your love or not love
Adherence to some things is a virtue

Wen Bin Jadlan’s poem

There is a poem by him that bears his name, and it is one of the best poetry that has been written, as it says:

We are Ibn Jadalan who is lewd and ignorant
Be in my liver artificial whirlwinds
I play the mankos and love its robes
Boring in time and time is deceptive
I didn’t know that the laughter of time deceived him
I saw my entry and I saw my sight
I should not forget, or I will simplify an hour
My heart beat from behind the humps of the ribs
be between ribs printing machine
You work to sleep and I get up terrified
They are my heart that separates its group
The code for dragging the sound and the people are here
I am missing a commodity and its biggest commodity
A commodity to be bought and sold
Rebekah Al-Tayyib Leah changed his prints
I testify that it hurts my pain
A passenger designed by its maker
Gmc Pickup from Haditha Al-Nowaly
The strange thing that is new of its kind
Maybe pull and sail tub flap
No ounce of gasoline, hurry to crack it
Notified of its speed taking off my take off
Don’t move, I saw a flaming bottom at the bottom
And the twirls show the water from the bottom
It refreshes the sad heart. I swallow it
no
Lots of the earth, the nest, be a rock
The daughter of an aspiring sheikh from the son of a shepherd
In the hope of the absent, seek his return
Criticize the lovers and snap the fingers
She is one of the most docile people
You only want one who was mentioned by an Isha’i
The one who takes the perfume in his arm shall be slaughtered
The pure, steadfast, conscientious friend
Loyalty and kindness is its source and source
The day of some good imitation and industrial
You didn’t get to tell me about his condition
And they told the Samara shepherd about my situation
Sing a song of the sabib in Hazaa
Neither Ali is deficient, nor his father is frail
We want to satisfy him and try to convince him
Bin Mukhal was after hearing the call to prayer
He wanted a right for the right to seperate it
disguise, and the truth is not partial
And he was hated in his Riagel
No critic comes to follow me
For the righteous, we make the soul submissive
What do you see as dryness and stubbornness?
Friendship is our treasure and greed
Good company
Her grandmother’s limit on shiny lightning
If you take two days, the effect is lost
If we gather on pride and obedience,
And to separate us, God will make us wide
I don’t expel the rookie, straighten his sails
Anti-novice
Whoever puts his ear to everything he hears
Jah a difference after a group
Walsbad Airport
He pushes him from the smell of musk to my radio

A poem that does not silence people

In soliloquy and supplication to God he wrote beautiful verses in which he said:

People kept silent about work and work
I’m sorry, please don’t forget it
We seek refuge in You from Your torment, leprosy and leprosy
A germ that people don’t see with their eyes
The minds of the doctors, claiming the flags, went astray
Amazed by all medicine without it
You are the great, the mighty, the resurrected to the bone
Your thirst leads to the mountains and the fall of their pillars

Ibn Jadlan’s death

At the age of sixty-nine, Ibn Jadlan died on the twenty-sixth of April 2016 AD in Abdullah Hospital in Bisha, and his death was due to a heart attack that struck him. People are above the earth while he lies beneath it in peace, surrounded by the mercy of God and the supplications of his lovers.

This is how the article ends The best poems of Ibn Jadlan In it, he presented information about the poet, his life, death, and poems, and then followed that up with selections from his best poems that were frequented on the tongues of people and frequently circulated among them due to their eloquence, depth of meanings and sincerity of their contents.