Why do we escape our destiny?! Adel Assum
Saif al -Desouki, may God have mercy on him, an inspiring poet who consists of words of his mouth and his hand, like the brides on them, crimsus, love and the head of them are harmful to them, and it is applied with brissors to come at the end of the smell of the smell, and the life of them is brought with a smile that returns the soul …
I started to read my notification which he organized in Al -Fusha, so I was and I always walk on his wonderful:
Count me for the Nile, don’t wonder about fatigue
Desire folds my ribs does not play
I have in Diyar Diyar every time I have my eyes
She will see her in Daji Hadbi
And the memories of my loved ones if they come
I feel pain on the sea to play with me
A sheikh as if the dignity of the universe was its beard
And others, they were a parent
And the friends of the eyes of their merits
If you talk to yourself, you calculate the voice of a prophet
My mother, who gave my craftsman
His mercy comes from a fertile source
And to be absent on the way to life, my father
She also burned her father’s burden
And the people of my country aspire to destroy them
He also shakes the breeze of Reed
And the neighbor loves the neighbors of the cause
He can love them a lot without reason
People are the most wonderful of them in their simplicity
But their metal is more expensive than gold
Count me for the Nile, don’t wonder about fatigue
My heart sucks
The one who carries the love of his homeland
The absence refuses, even in the meteors
Surgery broke out the fires
The enemy of the wind is on my heart and in my nervousness
We were a sky that broadcasts good, flowing on the country
Like the Dima payment diameter
Our homeland was allocated and honorable
They are not in his life for a rapist
And role models for peoples who did not similarly
In a dream, science, morality and literature
And the treasure was the full human being
In the grandfather forum, he did not escape and has not lost sight of
And the Nile, if our arrival overflows from its calendar
And if the wet palm trees are withdrawn
And love is the most wonderful in the universe, we make it run
A thread of the sun or a drop of clouds
And the feat in the branches of its shine
I was raised with all kinds of generosity and grapes
People have extended if they chased
In the sun, come, come here, approach
She became shy.
Anyone who is on the Nile, to your loved ones, sing me
What happened to the conscience of people at the same time
Difficult with dog’s disease
It’s a strange period, how do we know it
Or how he knows the overcrowding of eras
Back to young hidden men
With love and connection, not a promise in books
And wipe the heart of what he has
And wash the face of the color of sadness and anger
I can come back as I went at a time
The pride of youth and the Lord of Art and Literature.
I can say with confidence and certainty that this is one of the best organized Arab poems since the Shawky era.
And if I find him with the same creativity, the same astonishment and the same pleasure in his poems under sedation, including the fate that is in our hands, and among them is also wonderful al -jabri (there is no message), which would be organized in the mind of his mother, that God has mercy on them, as well as Badia Al -Balal (Mashwar):
You know I’m for you
I traveled the journey for years and years
I walked at night for alienation
On words and tears of the eye
And I lived for you when I left you
Letters sing Hanin
You know what you know
We love you, haimin
The days of the days took place
We are over time.
A solid metastatic script
And who meets his loved ones
We drank our tears, what we said
We brought the desire to torture ourselves
And we said we are trying the desert
We are tired of Klu Mirage
Little in your good trip
A role for you, I also walked
Rafouli is a flowing blood
And he became on the thirsty road
Lots of love in my heart
And the call to glorify man
You are my kind model
A model that inspires the artist.
And many people carry a lot of beautiful poetic contents …
The spell was calculated by a certainty of the songs that added a lot to the fire Ibrahim Awad.
The words of fate are addressed to a generation standing on the set of life, the spectator agitated behind his back with his characters and his proofs from afar, and before his eyes, Sunni Omar does not know his counter, so the determination is maintained with all the remaining violence to sneak in his days and his years – after his hours and his seconds – each moment of enjoyment and of Omar, Intimate who were not time of time …
Beha, the voice of Ibrahim Awad when he sneaks into the soul through the articulations of a miserable, the song does its shopping for a market when it becomes saying:
Why escape our destiny?
And we spend our days tormenting
Why are you telling me?
We are in the glory of young people
We are in the days we stayed
A story that you know the end
Raida and love started
And it has become an end in itself
I gave myself happiness and I would not explode the gifts
And when I drowned in my tears, you cry with your heart with me
We were in our past force
A force that calls into question the difficulties
We cut the night of the camp and walk in forest fires
We had a good symbol and we were a title for young people
It’s Tayyin Lina for a period behind the mirage
Another what you say is finished
It ends a generation by looking at us
Bani Amalo, ambitious and always dependent on us
We are the heart of the world, and we are the glory of the world between us
Another what you say is finished
We, dub, started
Oh
By God, you stop moments in the hands of this house:
You gave me happiness
And gifts from gifts !!!
What to give happiness and what to explode with gifts! …
What love is it? And any nobility and beauty, close?!
How not and they were the example of people:
We had a good symbol
We were a title for young people …
Which surprised him from the description and what is a context, my loved ones!
For my life, it is lyrical poetry that raises the consciousness of generations, and it is for colorful pillows, and it is for fruit envelopes.
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