What are your favorite Arabic poems, if you have any?
These are some of my favorites:
An Ocean Without Shore, Ibn ‘Arabi
Fragment from Al-Buhturi’s Wolf
From the Luzumiyat of al-Ma’arri
From the Diwan of al-Ma’arri
Reality, Rabia al-Basri
Love, Rabia al-Basri
The Enchanter of Dust: Psalm, Adonis
The Wound, Adonis
I Pray Behind My Shadow, Bahija Massri Adelbi
The Spirit Bows to the Will of Love, Munir Mezyed
The Manner of Sand, Mahmood al-Braikan
Exculpation, Khalil Mutran
Revolt Against the Sun, Nazik al-Mala’ika
Myths, Nazik al-Mala’ika
Who am I?, Nazik al-Mala’ika
A Stranger at the Gulf, Badr Shakir al-Sayyab
An Alphabetical Formation, Faraj Bayraqdar
A couple of fragments from Sanieh Salh
Sorrows of the Black City, Muhammad al-Fayturi
Shadows, Wadih Sa’adah
The Strange Grief, al-Shabbi
A Storm in the Dark, al-Shabbi
A Body, Al-Saddiq al-Raddi
Annihilation, Muhammad Afifi Matar
Fragments from ‘Quartet of Joy’, Muhammad Affifi Matar
Mural, Mahmoud Darwish
We Will Choose Sophocles, Mahmoud Darwish
Clouds, Ounsi el-Hajj
Smoke Bloom, Nadia Anjuman
Boat to Lesbos, Nourri al-Jarrah
Your body is my map, Nizar Qabbani
A marvelous spiritual state and mystical experience befell this annihilated one, which cannot rightly be written. From extreme longing I became astonished, and I do not know what I said or did.
— Princess Jahanara, Women of Sufism: A Hidden Treasure, (2003)
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