Sep 17, 2024
The finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it.
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The finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it.
Nizariat
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"The finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it."
- nizariat
لها حكم لقمـان وصـورة يوسـف ونغـمـه داود وعـفـه مـريـم ِ ولي حزن يعقوب ووحشـه يونـس وآلام أيـــوب وحـســرة آدم ِ
She has Luqman's wisdom, Joseph's beauty, David's voice, and Mary's chastity
and I have Jacob's grief, Jonah's yearning, Job's pain and Adam's misery
the finest souls are those who gulped pain and avoided making others taste it
nizariat
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ﻷﻋﻠﻤﻚ ﻛﻴﻒ ﺗﺤﺒﻴﻦ . ﻓﺎﻷﺳﻤﺎﻙ، ﻻ ﺗﺤﺘﺎﺝ ﺇﻟﻰ ﻣﻌﻠﻢ ﻟﺘﺘﻌﻠﻢ ﻛﻴﻒ ﺗﺴﺒﺢ … ﻭﺍﻟﻌﺼﺎﻓﻴﺮ، ﻻ ﺗﺤﺘﺎﺝ ﺇﻟﻰ ﻣﻌﻠﻢ ﻟﺘﺘﻌﻠﻢ ﻛﻒ ﺗﻄﻴﺮ … ﺇﺳﺒﺤﻲ ﻭﺣﺪﻙ … ﻭﻃﻴﺮﻱ ﻭﺣﺪﻙ … ﺇﻥ ﺍﻟﺤﺐ ﻟﻴﺲ ﻟﻪ ﺩﻓﺎﺗﺮ ﻭﺃﻋﻈﻢ ﻋﺸﺎﻕ ﺍﻟﺘﺎﺭﻳﺦ ﻛﺎﻧﻮﺍ ﻻ ﻳﻌﺮﻓﻮﻥ ﺍﻟﻘﺮﺍﺀﺓ
I am not a teacher to teach you how to love. For the fishes need no teacher to teach them to swim. And birds need no teacher to teach them flight. Swim on your own. Fly on your own. Love comes with no textbooks And the greatest lovers in history were illiterate.
— Nizar Qabbani
Source: muhtesemz
I cannot write about Damascus, without the jasmine climbing on my fingers. I cannot say Her name, without my mouth getting overcrowded with apricot juice, blackberries and quince
(Nizar Qabbani, A Green Lantern on Damascus’ Door)
In the summer
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you.
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
Its shells,
Its fish,
And followed me.
~ Nizar Qabbani