Bechara El Khoury
Bechara El Khoury was born in Beyrut
called (The prince of love and passion)
he established newspaper called Al (Parik(البرق))
he died in 1968 also in Beyrut. more »
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Bechara El Khoury Poems
Youth and Beauty
Youth and Beauty, met in one, Are thy kingdom, thine alone; And was ever crown more fair Than the crown which thou dost wear?
I die after you…
Shun away from me, my feelings die early. Live your enjoyable life as long as you can abandon me. What do you lose if you stay as a dear lover? Didst your eyes see not your interesting figure?
Oh! Who you have joint eyebrows.
Oh! What wonder! The joint eyebrows look shiny upon thy brow. If you have intended to slay me once, you had killed me twice. Lo! What do you suspect on me since I do not intend something is terrible? Is it the paleness spot on my brow or my hands show tremble?
The prettiness which it is going to thin...
He cries and laughs irregularly once he is happy once he is sad. As an adorer lover practices love for the first time then cuts out. Out of the glimmering of the stars there is whispering on his poems. From the glance of runaway deer, he creates his rhythms sometimes.
O, jihad the glory has been Clapping to ...
Ask the sublimity and time, however, they can discuss. Do we guard not our promise one day since they know us? The chivalries that we are inherited still flourish. Burst forth on our blood yet they do not finish.
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Youth and Beauty
Youth and Beauty, met in one,
Are thy kingdom, thine alone;
And was ever crown more fair
Than the crown which thou dost wear?
Loveliness upon a time
Lifted up a throne sublime:
"Who shall sit thereon?" asked we,
And he pointed, love, to thee.
Let thy gentle spirit now
O'er thy kingdom softly flow,
As the cerulean skies
Flow serenely in thine eyes.
Whensoever Youth displays
Beauty all in glory's blaze,
Vaunting wondrous brilliancy,
Youth attributes all to thee
Never plangent nightingale
Sang sad music in the dale
But he poured his ...