NEW FOUR POEMS

NEW POEMS BY MAHMOUD SAID KAWASH

1) THE SAME LOVE AND All THE LONGING

That is you, oh you, and there is no one but you,
That is you, “o the knight of the pen” and “the master of letters and words”
That is you, a horse from the roaring sea,
A knight of a pen whose counterpart is rare,
You are like this and your soul is like this,
In all honesty, you are the most beautiful, and always the purest!!

Good morning and evening of happiness and contentment
Good morning and evening of creativity, the warm and gentle whisper, the full of sweet words,
Good morning and evening of lavender and the wonderful roses and flowers
Good morning and evening full of hope, optimism, love, longing, loyalty, and the finest perfumes
Good morning and evening full of humanity, beauty and tranquility
Your morning and evening are Arabian jasmine, as pure as snow white, and much, much more!!
The same love, and all the longing!!

Have a lot of love worthy of all beauty, that suits you
Only you, master of the heart!!
I miss you, how much I miss you!!
You are surrendered to my heart with all this giving, intelligence, and splendour
All this purity, light, and serenity!! How wonderful you are, how wonderful you are!!

2) A GAME OF LETTERS AND A PAWN TABLE

In the past, I used to enjoy the words of lovers,
I used to weave roses from them to decorate my hair.
I used to write down all their conversations and turn them into wonderful stories, to colour my diaries with them.
I forgot that I was a part of those stories, told on their tongues,
I forgot that I was the heroine,
The main element in them was some passion that embraced my feelings and spied on my soul,
Hoping that one day I would become a person with all the qualities of love,
Who is looking for someone to share that dream with
With which the balconies of the heart blossomed,
With which the autumn of life was enlightened, to guide us to the most beautiful things in it.

This was in the past, so what about what is happening now?
What will it be like in the future?
No use, no benefit, yesterday was and the present is absent,
And what is coming in the knowledge of the unseen.
You and I are nothing more than two symbols,
We occupy the places of two pawns in a chess game,
We may become captives there
Or perhaps one of us has the status of a king and ascends the throne
The other attains the rank of ordinary pawn.
There is no doubt that these two things will not be achieved
Except by chanting a word in a game of letters and a table of pawns!!
Allah the almighty is before and after.
The rest of the discussion may come later!!

3) O KINGDOM OF BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
WARM DIALOGUE

He said to her with passion and longing:
O kingdom of beautiful girls,
Your morning is a new dawn,
A longing of love and soul
I can keep talking about.
Your morning is a whisper
In the world of embraces
An anthem,
A mouth of a smiling angel,
Returning with the sails of thirst
Towards the warm lips he misses
To plant kisses which shake with the embrace of meeting
And play on the string of wishes and a budding dream.

Your morning is a life of love, pride and honour
All that surrounds me comes alive
Then rises to the clouds in the sky.
You are the morning and the light,
You are the splendour and the cure,
You are the quenching and belonging.

Your morning is the spring of water,
In the middle of the wilderness and gardens.
Your kindness is my flowing source
Of happiness and satisfaction.
O kingdom of beautiful girls,
Your morning is a smile on the gap of time,
I pick it, then I kiss gently and tenderly.
Your morning is my heartbeat
Racing your heartbeat,
Calling your soul
Caresses your face,
Praises your name,
preserves your love.
Your morning is a hoopoe
Makes me anxious,
Sews me up,
Surrounds me,
Overwhelm me,
Comforts me,
kills me then revives me.

Your evening is like your morning,
Pure
Pleasant
Reassured
Radiant
With a sweet and joyful smile.
Whispers that shower your heart with mercy, health, beauty, and good things.
Your evening is like your morning
A honeycomb
Amber
Incense, and perfumes.
Smiles full of happiness, contentment and pleasure.
O you who sits on the throne of my heart, reassure me of you.
O you who sits on the throne of my heart, reassure me.
Please reassure me.
In the name of Allah the Almighty, reassure me.
In the name of the Lord of the universe and the names of all angels and people reassure me.

Passion calls me and insists on calling,
Shall I repeat the visit and approach you with longing and splendour?
I wonder what you say!!
O all of serenity, goodness, purity, healing, and loyalty!?
I miss you!! I miss you!! I miss you!!
How I miss you, and how I wish to live with you happily, tenderly and peacefully!!

She answered him with similar passion and more longing:
Your morning is a sun shining from between my wings,
Becomes complete from my blood,
Creates in my heart a new spring that will never forget you.
What can I say about you when you are everything, oh you!!
What can I say about you, oh you!!
Your voice reaches me with the breeze and dew,
Through the echo of the long range.
And my tongue chants your name, and the meanings of magic and greenness are awakened in my right chest.
A thousand and one fires are lit in my loneliness.
Your evening is like your morning.
All your moments compete with all the whiteness of poetry,
With all joy and the freshness of dreams.
Your evening is like your morning
A palm tree that produces dates,
Prolongs life,
Heals wounds
And stops pain.

I don t know exactly who you are!!
You are my vision,
My hobby,
No one else,
I am no one but you.
I see you in my night,
In the garden of my dreams,
No matter how far you are, I see you,
I find an appointment to meet you.
How wonderful you are!!
How wonderful your world is!!
I see you singing on my two eyeballs,
I see you in the spring and all the seasons,
I see you here, there and everywhere,
I see you during the day and the night,
I see you in victory, secretly and openly.
You are snow and fire,
You are a cup for two lovers.
I love you,
O inhabitant of letters!!
O obscure lines!!
I love you because you are a crazy feeling,
I love you because your love is constant and the world revolves.
I love you in every sound and silence, whether short´-or-long.
I love you in every line of poetry.
You are the morning,
You are the evening,
And all classes.
No matter how much I call you, you remain greater.

Your evening is the sweetness of lovers,
The olive tree full of beauty and expansion,
Oh, how cruelly I miss you!!
How wonderful it is to meet you!!
Once you asked me if I can repeat the visit and approach you with longing and splendour?
I wonder why you asked,
O all of serenity, goodness, purity, healing, and loyalty!!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!!
Are you still asking me about the visit?
Why do you ask?
Why? Why?
Be careful and do not repeat the question, because the intelligent person will understand the reference.
My lover,
My heart is a sea that speaks to you and guides you.
My heart will grant you roses, buds and jasmine.
My heart will grant you seagull, an oyster, and a coral.
O lover of violet,
My night poetry is calling you,
Darkness is as a friendly moon that guides you.
The stars are flowers and perfumes that guide you.
O lover of writing,
My pen is calling you,
Its ink is a nectar that guides you,
The letters of love are a loving alphabet waiting for you to visit after visit, guiding you.
Come, my love, come on,
Come, come, and leave everything to them
Except the butterfly of joy which will enrich and suffice us.
And much, much more!!

4) MELODIES OF LOVE
A beautiful woman adorning herself with pamparing
(DIALOGUE)

When he met her in the afternoon of that day, as she was strutting among the roses of her garden, sometimes like a gazelle and other times like a peacock, he said to her:
The roses were waddling under the palm trees
Strutting into the world of fragrant youth
The morning broke and its views changed
There were wisps of rust on the branches of the trees
They fell a---sleep--- carrying their thoughts to the breeze
The dawn was spinning its threads in the meadows
And the dew was wiping out the spring’s windows
Among those roses was the neigbour of the moon
Adorning herself with pampering
A doe dancing and strutting like an angel in the paradise
Amazed by her beauty and figure
Then he greeted her saying:
Have a good evening with perfume, violets and beautiful flowers
Have a good evening embraced by the palm trees, gardens, plains, valleys, mountains, banks of rivers, streams, and more and more.
How are you the princess of the heart?
How are your news, your conditions, and all your private and public affairs?
Reassure me that the heart will be at peace, the soul will be stable, and the mind will be calm
I miss you so much, I miss you so much. I miss you
Oh, how bright the heart was during your absence
Oh, oh, oh!!

She answered him with longing eagerness of the woman whose patience was exhausted during her distance from him:
Your evening is as distinguished as you are
Your evening is all the beauty
All the longing
All the sophistication
And all the excellence
Your evening is a wandering air,
An apparent honesty,
Brilliance among the flashes of words,
Magical as the magic of our whispers,
Warm as the warmth of our breath
Followed by the illuminating and glowing moon in the sky
Where the stars were waddling around
Humbled and hidden, ashamed of the melody of loyalty that you used to play in my presence.
For fulfilment, you have covenants and covenants that have always been awakened by the promised passion
What a touch, oh, oh, oh, oh
In it, hope tickles my feelings
The cool breeze touches my heart
In it I long for the time of chastity and innocence
For the neighing of the clouds
For the memories, the groans, the sighs
For the tapping of the tambourines of the murmurs
And the dancing of the passions of the heartbeat
In it I yearn for infinity!!
I miss you. I miss you so much
May peace and blessings be upon you, oh joy of the heart and soul.

5) DESIRE

I have a desire to dance
On the gallows of pain..
On the altars of sorrows
At the gate of light
In the silence of the thorns of the lost
To reformulate the bitterness of oblivion
So that it does not betray the wings of love
To teach it the art of longing for the homeland
So that it does not tame
The pride of victory
The purity of the flame
In the cheeks of the conquerors.

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