Ahmed Shawqi (1868–1932) (Arabic: أحمد شوقي, Egyptian Arabic pronunciation: [ˈʔæħmæd ˈʃæwʔi]), nicknamed Amir al-Sho'araã (which literally means the prince of poets), was one of the greatest Arabic poets laureate, an Egyptian poet and dramatist who pioneered the modern Egyptian literary movement, most notably introducing the genre of poetic epics to the Arabic literary tradition. On the paternal side he was of Circassian, Greek and Kurdish descent, and on the maternal side of Turkish and Greek descent.
Raised in a privileged setting with Turkish, Kurdish, Circassian, Greek, and Arab roots, his family was prominent and well-connected with the court of the Khedive of ... more »
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Ahmad Shawqi Poems
Stand for teacher
Stand for the teacher and honor his rank... ...for a teacher is almost as a prophet Do you know of someone nobler than... ...he who nurtures minds and hearts
What Is THe Moon
Oh mother, how does the sky look? And what is light and what is the moon? About their beauty you speak, but I don't see any of it.
O' God !
O' God ! I wander all day and pine through time, And seek some comfort in my rhyme. The noblest of rhymes overflow with love, The sweetest line - the musical and pure - Are written down for the heart as a cure.
Nahj Al Burda (The Way Of The Mantle)
On the plain, between the ban-tree and the mountain, a white gazelle-fawn
Expatriation and Nostagia
Day and night make one forget So, tell me about my early days And describe that period of my youth that was shaped by imagination Blew like the playful Saba (wind) and gone Like a sweet drowse and a quick pleasure
Peace from the northern wind that swept across Barada River. As long as that wind sweeps, tears would be everlasting upon Damascus. I excuse from all pens and rhymes if couldn't express the matter. About its disaster catastrophic events, the pen couldn't describe.
Death overcomes upon everyone is alive
Death overcomes upon everyone is alive undoubtedly. Yet it harvests all generations up to now follow sequently. Bygone people left the life century after century. Neither foregone nor come after shall remain finally.
Stop and enjoy your eyes with the beautiful nature. What you see is the marvelous creating of Creator. Earth and sky were shaking at rejoice attractively. Under wonderful miracles bless with delightfully.
I consider life a road Upon which the masses travel Toward specific missions And other goals.
They tricked her is saying belle
They deceived her Saying she is beautiful And the beautiful are tempted With praise, Does she pretend to forget my name When many lovers fall in her love
The Dog and the Pigeon
Here is the tale of the dog and the pigeon A veritable testimony to the noble character of them both.
Latitudes Beneath Your Eyelids
Is a draught that slakes. Those volumes left me cross-eyed, condemned, naked
An Encounter with a Mother Cat
I shall never forget a night in Ramadan, Long and somber like the polar nights I had just entered my room After finishing my last meal before daybreak;
A sail on Tigris River
.A sail on Tigris River expands going forth in front of me .My tears pray imploring not to viscous event attacks thee .Glide on the water surface as floatable thing slowly .Cross the water as the gleam guider that passes gently
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Stand for teacher
Stand for the teacher and honor his rank...
...for a teacher is almost as a prophet
Do you know of someone nobler than...
...he who nurtures minds and hearts
You encompass all, the Best Teacher...
...You taught with the pen the earliest people
You brought this mind forth from darkness...
...and guided it to an enlightened, radiant path
For if the teacher is not just, then lost...
...is the spirit of justice in youth for certain
If the teacher's insight lapses for a moment...
...then those under his tutelage will lack vision
If guidance and counsel are based ...