محمد حسن فقي

مشاوير

Yes, I am the one who spent ten years in affliction

فتاتان

Except for you, sorrow. Surely I am a tormented lover

حب وعرفان

I saw for Abdullah a splendid glory

أيها الإسلام .. أواه

I pondered Islam soaring high

آلام وآمال

Dwellings of verses that no longer recite

الراحل المقيم

You left and the friends crying over you

اصطبار .. وانتحار !!

What has befallen you after me

تنفيس .. وتقديس

Wounds bleeding, with no balm

كانت فبانت

My nights, how could you obey the serpent of passion

وهوى نجم

Shed tears for him.. for with tears is he consoled

الأمس واليوم

O my sweetness, had you flirted with me

وهم الخلود

I recalled days now passed and nights long gone,

أيها الشعر

Poetry is not just passionate love and youthful folly,

الثمانون؟

After eighty my passion faded away

أنا والشعر

I suffer, though the people know not of my torment,

غواية .. ورشد

I wandered in a terrible, gloomy prison

قالت وقلت

One evening I met the beautiful maiden in the twilight

إلى البلبل الغريد

O you who come to poetry, how sweet are your strings

أنا .. والشاعر العرفج

I was enchanted by the illuminated meadow

أطوار

صراع

ماض وحاضر

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