شعر - Poetry #1

Dabeeb26 يوليو 2026entertainment

إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو طَوعَ نَفسِيَ لِلهَوى

وَإِسرافَها في غَيِّها وَعُيوبها

دَعَتني إِلى ما تَشتَهي فَأَجَبتُها

فَضاعَ نَصيبي في طِلابي نَصيبها

وَما هِيَ إِلّا كَالفَراشَةِ إِنَّها

تَرى الناسَ ناراً ثُمَّ تُصلى لَهيبَها


In English


To God I complain of my soul's yielding to passion, And its excess in its errors and flaws. It called me to what it desired, so I answered it, And my share was wasted in pursuing its share. And it is but like the moth— It sees the fire of people, then is consumed by its flame.


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