Few poems by Mahmoud Darwish💕

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To mark my 300th post, I'm sharing a collection of poems by Mahmoud Darwish. His powerful words offer deep insights into love and separation. Enjoy! I love you despite the nose of my tribe, my city and the chains of customs. But I'm afraid if I sell everyone, you will sell me and I'll return with disappointments. 'I felt like my homeland was occupied again.' Out of my ignorance I called you a homeland, and I forgot that homelands are taken away. Drink your coffee, embrace the silence, do not take people seriously, do not take life upon yourself, do not exaggerate your emotions, and do not please anyone against your will. Don't befriend me for a day, and leave me a month. Don't get close to me if you're going to leave. Don't say what you don't do. Be close or get away. A University degree, four books and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'. Poetry an...
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DOES THE NIGHTINGALE OWN ITS VOICE....

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Nightingale is the poet of animals.


 Maybe its voice is beautiful because of the sorrows. It has a beautiful voice because it sings the truth.
whoever hears it whether a heretic, a pagan or a Muslim whether a shepherd, a peasant, or a Sultan on a throne even if they are not aware, they feel that the nightingale sings the truth. its voice is beautiful.
whomever has a heart finds beauty in its voice.

The reason of this beauty is because it's sound of the truth.
Just like the nightingale, all the poets are the nightingales of friendship garden.

Once in a while, from a form like nightingale comes a sound chirping the truth to the east, to the west, to the north, to the south to speak the truth while silent then the voice turns to gold from silver.
When someone talks of the truth, the mind falls silent.

Each era has its own high status.
The word of God is manifested differently in every era. In some eras Philosophers, in other eras theologians became the tool.
Spoken disclosure was the fastest. It passes centuries. It becomes fables in the tongues & poems in the hearts. Does the nightingale own its voice?
-Taptukemre

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