12-04-15, 02:15 PM
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ﺃﺣـﺐ ﺑﻜـﻞ ﺣﺎﻻﺗـﻲ
ﻫﺪﺅﻱ , ﺛﻮﺭﺗﻲ , ﻏﻀﺒـﻲ
ﻓﻠﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺤـﺐ ﺗﺎﺭﻳـﺦ
ﻛﺘﺎﺭﻳﺨـﻲ ﻣـﻊ ﺍﻷﺩﺏ ِ
ﺃﺭﻯ ﻳﺎ ﺭﺏ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﻌﺸـﻖ
ﺑﻴـﻦ ﺍﻟﻤـﺎﺀ ﻭﺍﻟﻌﺸـﺐ ِ
ﻭﺑﻴـﻦ ﺳﻤﺎﺀﻧـﺎ ﺍﻟﺪﻧﻴـﺎ
ﻭﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﻠﻴـﻞ ﻭﺍﻟﺸﻬـﺐ ِ
ﻭﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺮﻳـﺢ ﻭﺍﻷﻧـﻮﺍﺀ
ﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻷﺭﺽ ﻭﺍﻟﺴﺤـﺐ ِ
ﻓﻬﻞ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺤﺐ ﻣﻦ ﺫﻧﺐ؟
ﺍﺫﺍ ﺃﺣﺒﺒـﺖ ﻳـﺎ ﺭﺑـﻲ
ﻓﺄﻧﺖ ﺧﻠﻘﺖ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﻌﺸـﻖ
ﻳـﺎ ﺭﺑـﺎﻩ ﻓـﻲ ﻗﻠﺒـﻲ
ﻭﺃﻧﺖ ﺻﻨﻌﺖ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﺤﺴﻦ
ﻳـﺎ ﺭﺑـﺎﻩ ﻣـﺎ ﺫﻧـﺒـﻲ
ﺧﻠﻘﺖ ﺍﻷﻋﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺨﻀﺮﺍﺀ
ﻭﺍﻟﺰﺭﻗﺎﺀ ﻓـﻲ ﺍﻟﻐـﺮﺏ ِ
ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻴﻮﻧـﺎﻥ ﻟﻼﺳﺒـﺎﻥ
ﻟﻼﻟـﻤـﺎﻥ ﻟﻠـﺼـﺮﺏ ِ
ﻭﻟﻜﻨـﻲ ﺑﺮﻏـﻢ ﺟﻤـﺎﻝ
ﻣـﺎ ﺃﺑﺪﻋـﺖ ﻳـﺎ ﺭﺑـﻲ
ﺃﺭﻯ ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﻬﻮﻯ ﻭﺍﻟﻤﻨﺘﻬﻰ
ﻓـﻲ ﺃﻋﻴـﻦ ﺍﻟـﻌـﺮﺏ ِ
ﻭﺃﻥ ﺣﺒﻴﺒﺘﻲ ( ......... )
ﺗﻐﺮﺩ ﺧـﺎﺭﺝ ﺍﻟﺴـﺮﺏ ِ
ﻓﺘﻠـﻚ ﺣﺒﻴﺒﺘـﻲ ﻋﺮﺑﻴـﺔ
ﺍﻟﺘـﺎﺭﻳـﺦ ﻭﺍﻟﻨـﺴـﺐ ِ
ﻭﺗﻠﻚ ﻋﻴﻮﻧﻬـﺎ ﻋﺴﻠﻴـﺔ
ﻳﺼﺮﻋـﻦ ﺫﺍ ﺍﻟـﻠـﺐ ِ
ﻭﺫﺍﻙ ﺟﺒﻴﻨـﻬـﺎ ﻗـﻤـﺮ
ﻣﻦ ﺍﻻﻟﻤﺎﺱ ﻭﺍﻟﺬﻫـﺐ ِ
ﻭﺗﻠﻚ ﺷﻔﺎﻫﻬﺎ ﺃﻋﺠﻮﺑـﺔ
ﺃﺧـﺮﻯ ﻓـﻮﺍ ﻋﺠـﺒـﻲ
ﻓﺴﺒﺤﺎﻥ ﺍﻟـﺬﻱ ﺃﺟـﺮﻯ
ﺑﻬﺎ ﻧﻬﺮﺍ ﻣـﻦ ﺍﻟﻌﻨـﺐ ِ
ﻣﺘـﻰ ﺗﺄﺗـﻲ ﻟﻤﻮﻋﺪﻧـﺎ
ﺑﻔﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﺍﻟـﻰ ﺍﻟﺮﻛـﺐ ِ
ﻭﺗﺸﻌﻞ ﺻـﺪﺭ ﻣﺪﻓﺄﺗـﻲ
ﺑﺄﻧﻔـﺎﺱ ﻣــﻦ ﺍﻟﻠﻬﺐ
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