Qabbani Quotes

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In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you. Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.
نزار قباني
My lover asks me: “What is the difference between me and the sky?” The difference, my love, Is that when you laugh, I forget about the sky
نزار قباني
Our shouting is louder than our actions, Our swords are taller than us, This is our tragedy. In short We wear the cape of civilisation But our souls live in the stone age
نزار قباني
Because my love for you is beyond words, I decided to shut up.
نزار قباني
The most dangerous heart disease: strong memory
نزار قباني
Don’t love deeply, till you make sure that the other part loves you with the same depth, because the depth of your love today, is the depth of your wound tomorrow.
نزار قباني
never believe a man can change a woman those men are pretenders who think that they created women from one of their ribs
نزار قباني
Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook
نزار قباني
The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : 'Here is your home country.
نزار قباني
Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.
نزار قباني
And I fear that my place gets taken by some other one, very lucky and not too shy, who flirts with your eyes while I’m the one who’s crazy about them.
نزار قباني
keep silent . . the most beautiful voice , is the talk of your hand on the table. قليل من الصمت . . ياجاهلة فأجمل من كل هذا الحديث حديث يديك على الطاولة
نزار قباني (Arabian Love Poems)
Days will pass, and you’ll abandon things you were addicted to, and leave someone, and cancel a dream, and finally, accept a reality.
نزار قباني
Life doesn't stop after losing someone, but it goes on without them differently.
نزار قباني
We are a thick skinned people with emtpy souls. We spend our days playing dice, chess, or sleeping - and we say we are the best people that ever came to mankind?
نزار قباني
When a man is in love how can he use old words? Should a woman desiring her lover lie down with grammarians and linguists? I said nothing to the woman I loved but gathered love's adjectives into a suitcase and fled from all languages.
نزار قباني
Oh Jerusalem, the city of sorrow A big tear wandering in the eye Who will halt the aggression? On you, the pearl of religions? Who will wash your bloody walls? Who will safeguard the Bible? Who will rescue the Quran? Who will save Christ, From those who have killed Christ? Who will save man? يا قدسُ، يا مدينةَ الأحزان يا دمعةً كبيرةً تجولُ في الأجفان من يوقفُ العدوان؟ عليكِ، يا لؤلؤةَ الأديان من يغسل الدماءَ عن حجارةِ الجدران؟ من ينقذُ الإنجيل؟ من ينقذُ القرآن؟ من ينقذُ المسيحَ ممن قتلوا المسيح؟ من ينقذُ الإنسان؟
نزار قباني
أدمنت احزاني فصرت اخاف ان لا احزنا I got addicted to my sorrows, Until I have gotten scared of not being sorrowed. وطعنت آلافا من المرات حتى صار يوجعني بان لا اطعنا And I was stabbed thousands of times, Until it felt painful not to be stabbed. ولعنت في كل اللغات حتى صار يقلقني بان لا العنا And I was cursed in all the languages, Until I started being nervous of not being cursed. ولقد تشابهت كل البلاد فلا ارى نفسي هناك، ولا ارى نفسي هنا And all the countries seemed the same, That I don't see myself there, And I don't see myself here.
نزار قباني
Your love taught me to grieve and I have been needing, for centuries a woman to make me grieve for a woman, to cry upon her arms like a sparrow for a woman to gather my pieces like shards of broken crystal
نزار قباني
وكيفَ أمحوكِ مِن أوراقِ ذاكِرتي؟ وأنتِ في القلبِ مثلُ النقـشِ في الحجرِ أنا أحِبُّـكِ .. يا مَـنْ تسكُنينَ دَمي إنْ كُنتِ في الصّينِ أو إنْ كُنتِ في القَمَر
نزار قباني
When I wiped you from the book of memory, I did not know I was striking out half my life
نزار قباني
Some are like the Moon, good looking, but only when they're away from you.
نزار قباني
And I Decided (From Arabic) And I decided to go Round the world on freedom's bicycle By ways illegal As the travels of wind. When asked for my address I give the address of all sidewalks I chose as permanent residence. When asked for my papers, I show them your eyes And am allowed to pass For they know that travel in the cities of your eyes, my dear, Is the right of all world citizens. وقررت نزار قباني وقررت أن أطوفَ العالمَ على درّاجة الحرِّية.. وبنفسِ الطريقةِ غيرِ الشرعيِّة التي تستعملها الريح عندما تسافر.. وإذا سأَلوني عن عُنواني أعطيتُهم عنوانَ كلِّ الأرصِفة التي اخترتها مكاناً دائماً لإقامتي. وإذا سألوني عن أوراقي أريتُهُم عينيكِ، يا حبيبتي.. فَتَرَكوني أمرّ.. لأنهم يعرفونَ أنَّ السفر في مدائن عينيكِ.. من حق جميع المواطينَ في العالم
نزار قباني
O Sultan, my master, if my clothes are ripped and torn it is because your dogs with claws are allowed to tear me.
نزار قباني
I gave you my whole when I could only give the quarter. And you kept your half from me when you could give your double.
نزار قباني
Don't love deeply, till you make sure that the other part loves you with the same depth, because the depth of your love today, is the depth of your wound tomorrow.
نزار قباني
Woman does not emerge from a man’s rib, not ever, it’s he who emerges from her womb.
نزار قباني
أنا لا أسكن في أي مكان إن عنواني هو اللامنتظر .. مبحرا كالسمك الوحشي في هذا المدى في دمي نار وفي عيني شرر..! ذاهبا أبحث عن حرية الريح التي يتقنها كل الغجر .. راكضا خلف غمام أخضر شاربا بالعين آلاف الصور ذاهبا حتى نهايات السفر ..!
نزار قباني
He who fights the destinies to stay with you, He who finds his life better beside you, and clings to you despite of all the events, He who hates your sadness, and tires himself to put a smile on your face, He who cries when you’re away before smiling when you’re here, But God didn’t decide that you’d stay with them despite of all this strugle, Is the only one who deserves immortality in your memory.
نزار قباني
During times of war. I want to say: I only love you, And I cling you, Like the peel clings to a pomegranate, Like the tear clings to the eye, Like the knife clings to the wound.
نزار قباني
We killed you and it was not new for us, we killed the companions of the Prophet and the friends of God. O how many Messengers did we slay? O how many imams? We killed you and you prayed the night prayer, as all of our days are struggle - and all of our days are Karbala.
نزار قباني
Every time I kiss you After a long separation I feel I am putting a hurried love letter In a red mailbox.
نزار قباني
My Master... Say all you wish of me. It does not matter to me:Shallow.. Stupid.. Crazy.. Simple minded. It does not concern me anymore. For whoever writes about her concerns. in the logic of Men is called a stupid woman. and didn't I tell you in the beginning that I am a stupid woman?
نزار قباني
In the end, forgetting is nothing but turning a page in the book of life. It may seem an easy matter, but as long as you can’t tear it, you will keep on stumbling upon it between each season of your life.
نزار قباني
Arab children, Corn ears of the future, You will break our chains, Kill the opium in our heads, Kill the illusions. Arab children, Don't read about our suffocated generation, We are a hopeless case. We are as worthless as a water-melon rind. Dont read about us, Dont ape us, Dont accept us, Dont accept our ideas, We are a nation of crooks and jugglers. Arab children, Spring rain, Corn ears of the future, You are the generation That will overcome defeat.
نزار قباني
Jerusalem! My Love,My Town I wept until my tears were dry I prayed until the candles flickered I knelt until the floor creaked I asked about Mohammed and Christ Oh Jerusalem, the fragrance of prophets The shortest path between earth and sky Oh Jerusalem, the citadel of laws A beautiful child with fingers charred and downcast eyes You are the shady oasis passed by the Prophet Your streets are melancholy Your minarets are mourning You, the young maiden dressed in black Who rings the bells at the Nativity Church, On sunday morning? Who brings toys for the children On Christmas eve? Oh Jerusalem, the city of sorrow A big tear wandering in the eye Who will halt the aggression On you, the pearl of religions? Who will wash your bloody walls? Who will safeguard the Bible? Who will rescue the Quran? Who will save Christ, From those who have killed Christ? Who will save man? Oh Jerusalem my town Oh Jerusalem my love Tomorrow the lemon trees will blossom And the olive trees will rejoice Your eyes will dance The migrant pigeons will return To your sacred roofs And your children will play again And fathers and sons will meet On your rosy hills My town The town of peace and olives
نزار قباني
أرقى النفوس هي التي تجرعت الألم فتجنبت أن تذيق الآخرين مرارته - The finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it.
Nizar Qabbani
در یک روز، یا یک بعدازظهر در زندگی هر انسانی مجالِ آن هست تا بیرون بخزد از سلّولِ تنگش و آزادي را تمرین کند! هر چه می خواهد بگوید دستانش را به هر طرفی که خواست تکان بدهد! آن دم که مایل است دوست بدارد...
نزار قباني (باران یعنی تو برمی گردی)
The sword has spoke the truth - in authority and wisdom - only the sword O Damascus is certain!
نزار قباني
Her cara Ku min helbestek li ser te got Gelê min ez dam ber lomeyan! Ku "Çima helbestekê li ser welêt nabêjî !?" Gelo ma jin tiştek bilî Welêt e...?
نزار قباني
Our shouting is louder than our actions, Our swords are taller than us, This is our tragedy.
Nizar Qabbani
We lost the war and it is not a surprise because we entered it with everything Eastern of the illusions of speeches. We invoke Antar and yet cannot slay a fly, because we entered it with the logic of the reed and the flute.
نزار قباني
kill him, then hug him Men are more faithful when dead
Nizar Qabbani
Had I told the sea what I felt for you, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me. — Nizar Qabbani
نزار قباني
I hadn't told them about you, But they saw you bathing in my eyes. I hadn't told them about you, But they saw you in my written words. The perfume of love cannot be concealed.
Nizar Qabbani (Arabian Love Poems)
إغضب كما تشاء.. واجرح أحاسيسي كما تشاء حطم أواني الزهر والمرايا هدد بحب امرأةٍ سوايا.. فكل ما تفعله سواء..... كل ما تقوله سواء.. فأنت كالأطفال يا حبيبي نحبهم.. مهما لنا أساؤوا.. إغضب! فأنت رائعٌ حقاً متى تثور إغضب! فلولا الموج ما تكونت بحور.. كن عاصفاً.. كن ممطراً.. فإن قلبي دائماً غفور إغضب!
نزار قباني
من به کیش تو در آمدم حتی اگر کفرباشد
نزار قباني
All words In the dictionaries, letters, and novels Died. I want to discover A way to love you Without words.
Nizar Qabbani (Arabian Love Poems)
Your departure is not a tragedy: I am like a willow tree That always dies While standing.
Nizar Qabbani (Arabian Love Poems)
Non so scrivere su Damasco senza che si intrecci il gelsomino sulle mie dita. Non so pronunciare il suo nome senza che sulla mia bocca si addensi il nettare dell’albicocca, del melograno, della mora e del cotogno. Non so ricordarla senza che si posino su un muretto della memoria mille colombe… e mille colombe volano.
نزار قباني
I don’t know why everyone is still trying to find out whether heaven and hell exist. Why do we need more evidence? They exist here on this very Earth. Heaven is standing atop Mount Qasioun overlooking the Damascene sights with the wind carrying Qabbani’s dulcet words all around you. And hell is only four hours away in Aleppo where children’s cries drown out the explosions of mortar bombs until they lose their voice, their families, and their limbs. Yes, hell certainly does exist right now, at this moment, as I pen this poem. And all we’re doing to extinguish this hellfire is sighing, shrugging, liking, and sharing. Tell me: what exactly does that make us? Are we any better than the gatekeepers of hell?
Kamand Kojouri
أنا شخصيًا أريد أن أستريحْ.. على أيّ حَجَرٍ.. أريد أن أستريحْ. على أيّ كَتِفٍ.. أريدُ أن أستريحْ. فلقد تعبتُ من المراكب التي لا أشرعةَ لها. ومن الأرصفة التي لا أرصفة لها.
نزار قباني
ای کاش باهم در فلورانس آنجا که مجسمه های میکل آنژ نان و شراب را با مسافران شهر قسمت می کنند شام می خوردیم
نزار قباني
،سوگند می خورم نام تو را در آسمان دیده ام به لب، قسمت می دهم پاسخی به گریه های من بده
نزار قباني
The two years You were my lover Are the two most important pages In the book of modern love. All the pages before and after Were blank. These pages Are the lines of the equator Passing between your lips and mine They are the measures of time That are used To set the clocks of the world.
Nizar Qabbani (Arabian Love Poems)
screen filled with symbols, only this time it was Arabic letters that meant nothing to him. He assumed they meant nothing to Raj as well, and was therefore surprised when Raj pointed out a short sequence. “This is the word for ‘person’ or ‘human being’.” Daniel stared at Raj. “You know Arabic?” “No, not really. I have read Nizar Qabbani in translation, and this word is a particularly beautiful shape, is it not?” “Still waters run deep, Raj. So you read Arabic love poetry. I wouldn’t have ever guessed.” Raj blushed. “Sushma is more woman than I can handle without help,” he admitted. “Qabbani writes more than just love poetry. It is quite erotic.
J.C. Ryan (The 10th Cycle (Rossler Foundation #1))
This is my last letter There will be no others. This is the last grey cloud That will rain on you, After this, you will never again Know the rain. This is the last drop of wine in my cup There will be no more drunkenness. This is the last letter of madness, The last letter of childhood. After me you will no longer know The purity of youth The beauty of madness. I have loved you Like a child running from school Hiding birds and poems In his pockets. With you I was a child of Hallucinations, Distractions, Contradictions, I was a child of poetry and nervous writing. As for you, You were a woman of Eastern ways Waiting for her fate to appear In the lines of the coffee cups. How miserable you are, my lady, After today You won't be in the blue notebooks, In the pages of the letters, In the cry of the candles, In the mailman's bag. You won't be Inside the children's sweets In the colored kites. You won't be in the pain of the letters In the pain of the poems. You have exiled yourself From the gardens of my childhood You are no longer poetry.
Nizar Qabbani (Arabian Love Poems)
علمينا خطا العروبة يا شآم فأنت البيان والتبيين
Nizar Qabbani
tell me even though lies soft words it was about to kill me with you that statue i still in the art of love a baby between us seas and mountains you still can't understand that all men are babies so if i stood before your love quietly then quietness in the love is love our words in love are killing our love and letters are dying after they're said love stories may drive you crazy cause its all full of fantasies love is not a story,my dear where the stars marry each other by the end its to get hot blooded for anything silly it's our misery, it's our killing doubting it's this hand that assassin us and we accept that hand that assassin
نزار قباني (عاشقانه های نزار قبانی)
Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.
Wizar Qabbani
Io non posseggo nulla al mondo, tranne i tuoi occhi e la mia tristezza.
Nizar Qabbani (Le mie poesie più belle (Poiesis))