Poem of Last bird comes out of Granada by nizar qabbani

Nizar Tawfiq bin igloo diplomat contemporary Syrian poet, was born on March 21, 1923 from the family of an Arab Damascene as is his grandfather Abu Khalil Qabbani from the pioneers of the Arab theater

Your eyes .. Last two boats traveling

Is there a place?

I am tired of hanging around in the madness stations

And I arrived at the place ..

Your eyes are another two chances offered from

For those who think to escape ..

.. And I was thinking to escape ..

Your eyes are the last remaining birds south

Your eyes are the last remaining Hashish sea,

The last remaining tobacco fields,

The last remaining tears chrysanthemums

Your eyes .. Last hype popular place

The last festival ..

The last remaining lover wrote

And hands .. Last two note silk ..

Them ..

I recorded the sweetest of my speech

Adoration make me strong, whiteboard zinc,

Nor dissolve ....

And refuse to repent ..

I love you..

My shadow with me ..

It remains the face of Fatima

As pigeon  looped under the sunset lights

My shadow me .. perhaps Hussein comes

In his cloak doves, incense burners, and perfumes

Sweater and walk minarets, and onshore

And all rebel south

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Your eyes last coasts of violets

I thought that the hair will deliver me ..

But the poems divid me ..

But women divide me ..

My baby :

Marvel that a woman meet this night,

Satisfied to accompany me ..

Marvel that poets writing in this decade.

Marvel poem that still

Pass between the fire and smoke

Assigned from above the barriers, and police stations, and defeats,

A horse

Marvel .. that writing is still ..

Despite smelling of dogs ..

Although cellars detective,

A source of vigor ...

4

Oily water in your eyes ..

gray..

Winy ..

I'm on deck,

Like a bird orphan

Do not think by reference ..

Beirut widow Arabism

And denominations,

Crime, madness ..

Beirut slaughtered in her wedding bed

The people around her bed spectators

Beirut ..

As hen bleeding in the road,

Where lover fled?

Beirut looking for what they are,

And looking for her tribe ..

And looking for relatives ..

But everyone hypocrites ..

5

Your eyes .. Last night flight

And my bags in the ground waiting wafting

Begging, crying trees to take them with me

Do you see a tree to escape thinking?

And betrayal, guilt ..

This is the time in which the culture,

And writing,

And dignity,

And manhood at Sunset

And my note  filled with thousands of holes ..

Oil lying under the sleepy happy trees,

And between the breasts harem ..

This is what has come to us

Angels devil ...

This oil semen ..

No National ..

Not popular

This rabbit defeated in both wars

Oil drink adult emperors,

And not people drink ..

How access to the poem you wonder?

Oil refers

A product (Pmarbaa) ...

And indicates half of Paris ..

And indicates half of what the (Nice) from the Sun and the bodies ..

And it refers A yacht in the seas of God ..

A woman refers, God willing ..

Do not buy a sword for the liberation of the south ..

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Your eyes .. the last remaining seedling sieving

In a national sad.

Breeze and beautiful white revolution ..

Announces of millions of years

Being a woman with me ..

Connie me poetry

Travels always reverse the wind ..

Connie me Fairies

Does not reach the height of their passion lovers

Unless they enrolled in a row, angry ..

Oh my baby :

I announced that in the land of grapes and figs

The right of every destitute

And that all the hair .. Each prose ..

Each kohl in eyes ..

Each pearl something hidden in the breasts ..

A right for all dreamers ..

stay with me..

It will be announced that the Sun God,

It will be declared without embarrassment

Poem  that is stronger than all the rulers ...

The right of every destitute

And that all the hair .. Each prose ..

Each kohl in eyes ..

Each pearl something hidden in the breasts ..

Every grass, every jasmine

A right for all dreamers ..

stay with me..

It will be announced that the Sun God,

It will be declared without embarrassment

Hair that is stronger than all the rulers ...

The right of every destitute

And that all the hair .. Each prose ..

Each kohl in eyes ..

Each pearl something hidden in the breasts ..

Every grass, every jasmine

A right for all dreamers ..

stay with me..

It will be announced that the Sun God,

Similar in rotated loaf hungry

It will be declared without embarrassment

Poems  that is stronger than all the rulers