بقلمي من مذكرات سوسو
الحقوق محفوظةS. B.
يا بيتها
يا بيتها العا اطراف برّيي
الغيرك ما فيه اقبال عينيي
اوبعد افترقنا وما التقى دبار
اوجبران مَرّا اويلتقي مَيي
ولا الكيفك ولك عاد لك يا جار
ولا المَر عمر اوسلّم اعليي
اومتل لِ صرنا ولك غريب اديار
اومينك يا إنتِ اوجوه منسيي
وسنين غربي وما انترك تذكار
وغير وب ذِكرك تدمع اعنيي
اوكترة محبي وب قلب قنطار
وما في لِ قلي اشباك يا خيي
اوأشواق نار اوللقلب زنار
اوزنار نار ابيحترق فيي
اوكومة مشاعر ولٰ حنين امزار
اوغيرك ما فيه ولَ البقي ليي
اودعوي لَ الله اوشوفك اوينهار
ولو كان صدفي ابإم عينيي
اوت قول إنتِ اوبعد عمر اوصار
اوبعدك يا إنتِ ويا الإنت هيّي
اومتل وما إنتِ وبالفرق احتار
اويوم اوصبيي اوتكمش ابديي
اونمشي سوا اوضيعه لَ ضيعه امتار
اوموعد غرامي ابعز شتويي
اورقه اوحنان اوعاطفي وسٰهار
اوبوّسي عا مهل اشفاف مدريي
اوضمي لٰ صدر ويا قلب مزمار
ويا اطلوع ضو اوعيد غنّيي
اوبَين وما كنا ابيوم طير اوطار
اوعش اوبلابل زهر مركيي
وغير لغصون الورد لك ما زار
وغير وعا زند اونام ليليي
اوبعد اوكِبرنا ويا زمن غدار
ووحوش صرنا اوما صفي اخطيي
اوفرقة أحبا بلا زعل وختار
اوقلب اوقسي وما عاد حنيي
اوبحر اوفصل ما بين جار اوجار
ولا شط يجمع لا سفن مَيي
اوهيدا لِ شايف ولٰ فرق شحار
وما في الجمع بقٰلوب فاضيي
وغير ولِ عدنا ابذاكره مشوار
وغير الوجع لسنين باقيي
اودمع وبِ عين اوداير اومندار
اوذكّر بِ فيها اوذكّر ابفيي
الشاعر عبد الكريم سلامه
الملقب بكريم أبو نصري
With my writing from Soso’s memoirs. All rights reserved. S. B. Oh her house, oh her house, the outskirts of my land, others, there is no turn in my eyes, or after we parted, and the house of Ogbran did not meet, nor did he meet my water, nor how are you, and to you it has returned, oh neighbor, nor the bitter Omar, I say hello to me, O like us, and to you, a stranger to the lands of your home, oh you are the faces of my forgotten and the years of my west, and I will not leave A reminder and without mentioning you tears, I mean, I am like a lot of lovers and a pound of heart, and there are no tangles for me, my brother, or longings of fire. The heart has a belt or a belt of fire that burns in me. Or a heap of feelings. And there is no longing for something else or anything else in it. And what remains is for me. I pray to God and I will see you or fall apart. Even if it is a coincidence before my eyes, I can say you. After Omar Ausar, after you, oh you and oh you, it's like you and it's not you, and with the difference, I'm confused today or my boy, or you won't stay forever, I walk together, I'm lost, I'm a waste of meters, I'm on a romantic date, I'm dearest in winter, its leaves are tenderness, my emotions, I'm awake, I'll stay awake, I won't know, embrace my chest, oh my heart is a flute, and oh, the light will come out, or I'll sing a song Yin and what We were a day, a bird, a nest, or a nightingale, a pink blossom, and other branches of roses. You have never visited or been aware of the sleep of the night, or after we have grown up, oh time of treachery and monsters, we have become either clear, make mistakes, or separate, love without anger and choose, or turn hard, and no longer bend or sail, or separate between neighbors and neighbors, and no shore gathers, no ships. I don't see it, I don't see it, I don't see it, I don't see it, and there's nothing in the crowd, with hearts that are empty or not, we return to my memory of a journey and not the pain for the rest of my years, I shed tears in the eyes of Odayr Omandar, I remember the poet Abd al-Karim Salamah, nicknamed Karim Abu Nasri, in it.
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