"Onu ölesiye seviyor musun?" diye sordular.
"Mezarımda ondan bahset ve beni nasıl hayata döndürdüğünü izle" dedim.
- Mahmoud Darwish
Sen başkalarını sevgiyle karşılıyorsun
ama
özleyen olan benim.
poets have killed love they wrote so many things about it that no one believes them anymore i thinks it's very normal because true lovers suffer and remain silent.
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you
It would have left
it’s shores
It’s shells
And followed me
- Nizar Qabbani
هنا أنحرُ الليلَ، أغني الزمان هنا أتلقَّى حديث القمرْ هنا أقتلُ الشِّعرَ عند الغروبِ وأبعثهُ حينَ يأتي السحرْ هنا أصهرُ النورَ حتَّى يذوب وألقي في عيون الزهرْ هنا يرقد الهمُّ في خاطري ويسلبني أملي المنتظَرْ
هنا يومض اللحن في أضلع وينزع أسرارَهُ من دمِي وينحتُ من مقلتيّ الرؤى وتطربُ أوتاره أنجمي ويغرقني في الشقاء اللذيذِ وتملأ أوهامه عالمي
محمد الثبيتي -
Cain now beats with a bird made of shale He descends to the earth and showers it- with tremendous rains of fire. Towers and houses collapse before its desolation The dead escape from the embrace of the earth upwards Cain is now floating around in his tank The sheep were terrified Cain is tearing down the wall of his barn Since night turns to morning in the village, the barn is not suitable for sleeping. Emitted by the light coming down Like a dragon's tongue Hurricane ravaged the face of the earth
by: Mohammad Al-Buraiki
"I love you the most." I say, but maybe that's not true love.
If i say, "You are a knife, and I always pierce myself with that knife", maybe I would be explaining true love.
And Milena, I can bear anything with you in my heart.
| Franz Kafka
Let you be the sea, and I will be the first to drown.
You’re the destination, and I'm the first to arrive.
let you be the house, and I will be the first to dwell.
Be the poetry, and I will be the first to listen.
Be whatever you are,
and I will be yours with everything I have.
Lets agree on me loving you from a distance, And you being closer to my heart than my veins. And me being a stranger to whom you tell your troubles, And you being to my heart, the sweetest and dearest lover.
| Nizar Qabbani
aşk hakkında o kadar çok şey yazdılar ki artık kimse onlara inanmıyor Bence çok normal çünkü gerçek aşıklar acı çeker ve sessiz kalır.