The sweetest passion | Al-Mutanabbi

Hamdanis were a Shiite dynasty who ruled the Sunni majority in the Levant for more than a century during the Abbasid era. In this poem, Al-Mutanabbi celebrates their victories over the Byzantine Empire.
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[fatimanura]

لِعَينَيكِ ما يَلقى الفُؤادُ وَما لَقي
وَلِلحُبِّ مالَم يَبقَ مِنّي وَما بَقي
وَما كُنتُ مِمَّن يَدخُلُ العِشقُ قَلبَهُ
وَلَكِنَّ مَن يُبصِر جُفونَكِ يَعشَقِ
وَبَينَ الرِضا وَالسُخطِ وَالقُربِ وَالنَوى
مَجالٌ لِدَمعِ المُقلَةِ المُتَرَقرِقِ
وَأَحلى الهَوى ما شَكَّ في الوَصلِ رَبُّهُ
وَفي الهَجرِ فَهوَ الدَهرَ يُرجو وَيُتَّقي
وَغَضبى مِنَ الإِدلالِ سَكرى مِنَ الصِبا
شَفَعتُ إِلَيها مِن شَبابي بِرَيِّقِ
وَأَشنَبَ مَعسولِ الثَنِيّاتِ واضِحٍ
سَتَرتُ فَمي عَنهُ فَقَبَّلَ مَفرِقي
وَأَجيادِ غِزلانٍ كَجيدِكِ زُرنَني
فَلَم أَتَبَيَّن عاطِلًا مِن مُطَوَّقِ
وَما كُلُّ مَن يَهوى يَعِفُّ إِذا خَلا
عَفافي وَيُرضي الحِبَّ وَالخَيلُ تَلتَقي
سَقى اللَهُ أَيّامَ الصِبا ما يَسُرُّها
وَيَفعَلُ فِعلَ البابِلِيِّ المُعَتَّقِ
إِذا ما لَبِستَ الدَهرَ مُستَمتِعًا بِهِ
تَخَرَّقتَ وَالمَلبوسُ لَم يَتَخَرَّقِ
وَلَم أَرَ كَالأَلحاظِ يَومَ رَحيلِهِمْ
بَعَثنَ بِكُلِّ القَتلِ مِن كُلِّ مُشفِقِ
أَدَرنَ عُيونًا حائِراتٍ كَأَنَّها
مُرَكَّبَةٌ أَحداقُها فَوقَ زِئبَقٍ
عَشِيَّةَ يَعدونا عَنِ النَظَرِ البُكا
وَعَن لَذَّةِ التَوديعِ خَوفُ التَفَرُّقِ
نُوَدِّعُهُمْ وَالبَينُ فينا كَأَنَّهُ
قَنا ابنِ أَبي الهَيجاءِ في قَلبِ فَيلَقِ
قَواضٍ مَواضٍ نَسجُ داوُدَ عِندَها
إِذا وَقَعَت فيهِ كَنَسجِ الخَدَرنَقِ
هَوادٍ لِأَملاكِ الجُيوشِ كَأَنَّها
تَخَيَّرُ أَرواحَ الكُماةِ وَتَنتَقي
تَقُدُّ عَلَيهِمْ كُلَّ دِرعٍ وَجَوشَنٍ
وَتَفري إِلَيهِمْ كُلَّ سورٍ وَخَندَقِ
يُغيرُ بِها بَينَ اللُقانِ وَواسِطٍ
وَيُركِزُها بَينَ الفُراتِ وَجِلِّقِ
وَيُرجِعُها حُمرًا كَأَنَّ صَحيحَها
يُبَكّي دَمًا مِن رَحمَةِ المُتَدَقِّقِ
فَلا تُبلِغاهُ ما أَقولُ فَإِنَّهُ
شُجاعٌ مَتى يُذكَر لَهُ الطَعنُ يَشتَقِ
ضَروبٌ بِأَطرافِ السُيوفِ بَنانُهُ
لَعوبٌ بِأَطرافِ الكَلامِ المُشَقَّقِ
كَسائِلِهِ مَن يَسأَلُ الغَيثَ قَطرَةً
كَعاذِلِهِ مَن قالَ لِلفَلَكِ ارفُقِ
لَقَد جُدتَ حَتّى جُدتَ في كُلِّ مِلَّةٍ
وَحَتّى أَتاكَ الحَمدُ مِن كُلِّ مَنطِقِ
رَأى مَلِكُ الرومِ ارتِياحَكَ لِلنَدى
فَقامَ مَقامَ المُجتَدي المُتَمَلِّقِ
وَخَلّى الرِماحَ السَمهَرِيَّةَ صاغِرًا
لِأَدرَبَ مِنهُ بِالطِعانِ وَأَحذَقِ
وَكاتَبَ مِن أَرضٍ بَعيدٍ مَرامُها
قَريبٍ عَلى خَيلٍ حَوالَيكَ سُبَّقِ
وَقَد سارَ في مَسراكَ مِنها رَسولُهُ
فَما سارَ إِلّا فَوقَ هامٍ مُفَلَّقِ
فَلَمّا دَنا أَخفى عَلَيهِ مَكانَهُ
شُعاعُ الحَديدِ البارِقِ المُتَأَلِّقِ
وَأَقبَلَ يَمشي في البِساطِ فَما دَرى
إِلى البَحرِ يَمشي أَم إِلى البَدرِ يَرتَقي
وَلَم يَثنِكَ الأَعداءُ عَن مُهَجاتِهِمْ
بِمِثلِ خُضوعٍ في كَلامٍ مُنَمَّقِ
وَكُنتَ إِذا كاتَبتَهُ قَبلَ هَذِهِ
كَتَبتَ إِلَيهِ في قَذالِ الدُمُستُقِ
فَإِن تُعطِهِ مِنكَ الأَمانَ فَسائِلٌ
وَإِن تُعطِهِ حَدَّ الحُسامِ فَأَخلِقِ
وَهَل تَرَكَ البيضُ الصَوارِمُ مِنهُمُ
أَسيرًا لِفادٍ أَو رَقيقًا لِمُعتِقِ
لَقَد وَرَدوا وِردَ القَطا شَفَراتِها
وَمَرّوا عَلَيها زَردَقًا بَعدَ زَردَقِ
بَلَغتُ بِسَيفِ الدَولَةِ النورِ رُتبَةً
أَثَرتُ بِها ما بَينَ غَربٍ وَمَشرِقِ
إِذا شاءَ أَن يَلهو بِلِحيَةِ أَحمَقٍ
أَراهُ غُباري ثُمَّ قالَ لَهُ الحَقِ
وَما كَمَدُ الحُسّادِ شَيئًا قَصَدتُهُ
وَلَكِنَّهُ مَن يَزحَمِ البَحرَ يَغرَقِ
وَيَمتَحِنُ الناسَ الأَميرُ بِرَأيِهِ
وَيُغضي عَلى عِلمٍ بِكُلِّ مُمَخرِقِ
وَإِطراقُ طَرفِ العَينِ لَيسَ بِنافِعٍ
إِذا كانَ طَرفُ القَلبِ لَيسَ بِمُطرِقِ
فَيا أَيُّها المَطلوبُ جاوِرهُ تَمتَنِعْ
وَيا أَيُّها المَحرومُ يَمِّمهُ تُرزَقِ
وَيا أَجبَنَ الفُرسانِ صاحِبهُ تَجتَرِئْ
وَيا أَشجَعَ الشُجعانِ فارِقهُ تَفرَقِ
إِذا سَعَتِ الأَعداءُ في كَيدِ مَجدِهِ
سَعى جَدُّهُ في كَيدِهِم سَعيَ مُحنَقِ
وَما يَنصُرُ الفَضلُ المُبينُ عَلى العِدا
إِذا لَم يَكُن فَضلَ السَعيدِ المُوَفَّقِ

[OfAndalu]

The romantic beginning... Reminds me of Oh Night.. I'm all for it lol. Beautiful work, JazakAllahu Khair 💓

[عليكانتعلممنانت]

اللهمَّ أَنْتَ رَبِّي لَا إِلَهَ إِلَّا أَنْتَ

خَلَقْتَني وَأَنا عَبْدُكَ وَأَنا عَلَى عَهْدِكَ وَوَعْدِكَ ما اسْتَطَعْت أعوذُ بِكَ مِنْ شَرِّ ما صَنَعْت أبوءُ لَكَ بِنِعْمَتِكَ عَلَيَّ وأَبُوءُ بِذَنْبِي فَاغْفِرْ لي فَإِنَّهُ لا يَغْفِرُ الذُّنوبَ إِلَّا أَنْتَ

[HamzaZaBrick]

The one dislike came from Ibn Khalawayh

[sunandmoon]

This channel is one of my favorites. بارك الله فيك

[shafaatoo]

I miss your uploads brother, cant wait for the next one. Hope you are well, may Allah grant you health and preserve you.

[jife]

For the Delight of your eyes, my heart suffered and is suffering.
And for the sake of love, went all what I lost, and the rest is going.

I wasn't a man who would fall in love.
But whoever sees your eyelids will fall.

Between satisfaction, anger, propinquity and remoteness,
there is room for the glistening tears to run.

The sweetest passion is what keeps the lover in doubt
Between union and separation, hanging forever between hope
and fear.

Yet know, many a conceited girl, proud of her juvenility,
got impressed by my youthfulness.

And many a white-toothed girl with a sweety mouth..
I turned my lips away from her, so she kissed my hair.

And many girls with gazelle-like necks just like, passed by me
and I didn't even bear to look at their jewelry.

Not all lovers would act virtuously like me when they meet privily.
Nor could they make their loved ones proud of their deeds in war.

May Allah bless the days of youth,
and bestow the please of drinking on them.

As you wear the mantle of time enjoying it,
you continue to wear out, and it remains intact.

Unmatched were the glances on the day of departure,
sending every fatal stare of every frightened eye.

Quivering with dismay as if their balls were floating
on mercury.

On a night when the tears obstructed vision.
When the fear of separation spoiled the joy of farewell.

We said goodbye while separation was destroying our hearts,
The way the Emir's Lances destroy the heart of a phalanx.

They are decisive & penetrating that chainmails are just
spiderwebs against them.

And well-guided to target army lords,
as if they're trained to pick heroes' souls...

Ripping every piece of their armor and every breastplate,
And breaking every wall and every trench after them.

He raids with them everywhere between Luqan and Wasit,
And stocks of them between the Euphrates and Jelleq.

And returns them red after the battle, as if the intact lances
Are crying blood for the broken ones.

So do not report what I say to him.
For indeed, he is brave, once stabbing is mentioned,
he craves fighting.

His fingers strike with the blades of swords,
and his tongue masters the art of eloquent speech.

Begging him is like asking the rain for a drop.
And blaming him is like ordering the stars to slow down.

You bestowed lavishly until you became commendable in every religion.
And until you nailed praise in every language.

The Byzantine king saw your liking for munificence.
So he took the role of a scrounged flatterer.

And resignedly left the Samhari spears to him,
Who is better at stabbing and more skillful.

And wrote to you from a remote land,
That is not far from the fast horses around you.

And when his messenger followed your path,
he walked on nothing but cracked heads.

And when he came close, he got astonished,
By the shininess of the bright armor plates.

He elevated on the carpet to you, not sure,
If he is walking towards the sea or elevating to the moon.

Enemies found no way to turn you away from their souls,
Better than submission and pleasant words.

You used to write messages to him before
on the domestikos' nape!

So if you assure him safety, he already begged for it.
And if you treat him with the sword, he deserves it.

Did the shiny swords leave any captive to be ransomed?
Or any slave to be freed?

They ran into the blades like the flocks of pica.
And tasted them in order, rank after rank.

With the light of Saiful Dowla, I reached a lofty rank that I choose,
Over owning all that is between the east and the west.

When he wants to make fun of a bearded idiot,
He points at the dust and says: catch up with him.

I didn't mean to cause sadness to envies,
but whoever challenges the sea will drown.

The Emir tests people with his genius.
And takes his eyes off the fabrication of every liar.

As glancing with the eye is useless,
if the heart is not attentive.

O one who is wanted, take refuge in him, you get protected.
And one who is deprived, head for him, you will be provided.

O you, the most cowardly of the army,
Keep company with him, you will become brave.
And the bravest of the brave, separate with him,
you will become a coward.

The more his enemis plot to undermine his glory,
the more his fortune flares up to spoil their efforts.

As merit alone doesn't bring victory.
Unless it's possessed by a blessed and well-backed one.

[Po_akd]

وقد يَجمعُ اللهُ الشَّتِيتَيـنِ بعدما
يَظُنَّـانِ كُـلَّ الظَّـنِّ أن لا تلاقيا

قيس بن الملوح

[royalcrown]

beautiful, i mean absolutely beautiful

[UMMAHWASATIYYAH]

أجمل قناتي للشعر العربي والإسلامي جزاك الله خيراً حبيبي 😊

[_zaaphiel]

Indeed, in poetry there is wisdom and in eloquence there is magic.
وَ إِنَّ مِنَ الشِّعْرِ لَحِکْمَةً وَاِنَّ مِنَ الْبَیَانِ لَسِحْرًا
Reference : Hadith 19, 40 Hadith Shah Waliullah

[MvTn]

This is probably the most poetic expression ever to flow through a spoken language... in the Earth, in the Solar System, in the Orion Arm, in the Milky Way Galaxy, in the Local Group, in the Virgo Supercluster, and in the known universe

[mootezboularas]

The reciter called osama al-waeedhاسامة الواعظ وفقه الله

[TRY]

Zikir
Allah Hu Akbar 5x
Subhanallah 5x
Alhamdulilah 5x

[Syed_Laiban]

Osama sir voice adds the real essence to Al mutanabi poetry 🔥

[yasminenour]

عَجزت عن وصف جمال هذا الشعر و معناه 🤯❤️✨️

[muhammadabdullahkamranmugh]

This is amazing, I have unknowingly fallen in love with Arabic poetry
Love the work you are doing
Also
Please upload some poems of Al-Ma'arri
Especially from the Luzumiyyat
Been meaning to read them but can't find a dual language version

[Azhar]

Akhi, post that famous poem of Al jarir thru which he destroyed the tribe of an numair

[Flammenhagel]

This is a fantastic video, much too good to be degraded by the "POV" in the title

[mugheera_altamimi]

لمّا نظرت channalك ، احببت سعيك، ثم بنيتُ channal، وسعييتُ في جعل كلامٍ مثلَكلامك، اخي! اُنظر الى سعيي، واخبرني خيرا في هذا الامر... جزاك الله دائما ❤️❤️❤️❤️