وَزْن Wazn
خيم بجلق بين الكأس والوتر
Pitch your tent in Damascus between the cup and the luteذكاء اصطناعي AI
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هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
Abu al-Abbas al-Nabati lived a life defined by relentless botanical exploration and deep literary devotion, journeying across the Islamic East and West before settling in Seville. During these later years, he would frequently recall the peerless beauty of Damascus, capturing its lush atmosphere in verses recorded by Lisan al-Din al-Khatib. This poem is a heartfelt celebration of that beloved Syrian city, holding up its gardens as a timeless refuge against the noise of critics and the weariness of travel.
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السياق The story
التقى لسان الدين الخطيب بابن الرومية في إشبيلية بعد عودته من رحلاته المشرقية والمغربية، فرآه متعلقاً بالأدب وغير متظاهر بقول الشعر، فسمع منه هذه الأبيات وقيدها عنه. وكان ابن الرومية يطنب في وصف محاسن دمشق.
المصدر: الموسوعة الشعرية — دائرة الثقافة والسياحة، أبوظبي Source: The Poetry Encyclopedia — Department of Culture and Tourism, Abu Dhabi
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النص Poem text
Pitch your tent in Damascus between the wine-cup and the lute, in a garden that fills both ear and eye.
Let your gaze feast on the sight of its graces, in the meadow of your thought between greenery and blossom.
Look upon the golden hues of its late afternoon, and listen to the melodies of the birds at dawn.
And say to whoever blames a mortal for his joys: Leave me alone, for my art is other than human.
الترجمات الإنجليزية مُولّدة بالذكاء الاصطناعي وقد تخطئ English translations are AI-generated and may contain mistakes.