Bechara El Khoury

Bechara El Khoury Poems

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.
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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?
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Youth and Beauty, met in one,
Are thy kingdom, thine alone;
And was ever crown more fair
Than the crown which thou dost wear?
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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?
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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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Bechara El Khoury Biography

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.)

The Best Poem Of Bechara El Khoury

The Prettiness Which It Is Going To Thin Its Mode.

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.
His heart has practiced all types of pleasure when he was youthful.
As if the bud touches the wind and soon it is flowerful
What about the brownish daisy, does she divert her passion against us?
Her beauty softens our sights as twice as it does.
If you knew how many griefs, have I suffered?
You may be the softened one who gives consoles and forgiveness.
The early morn you reveal the smiling of hope upon your visage.
My wrath calms down and my unruly heart turns obedient.
I am unconcerned if the love tongue whispers on my ears.
Whether the time smiles to me or frowns on its manner.
The garden is a dim place if it is clear out of chanting birds.
Heart is alike it becomes unlively if it is clear out of love.

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