خاص بديوانى
1- (إحساس من القلب)
السيره الذاتيه
محى الدين جمعه طه
واللقب/ الشاعر محى جمعه طه
مصرى الجنسيه . المنصوره.
مواليد عام1959
حصل على كلية العلوم الطبية. ودرس فى كلية الحقوق.. ومعهد الدعاه بالجمعية الشرعيه للعاملين بالسنه. عمل مفتش صحه ثم محاضر ومثقف صحى بمصر. وعمل بجامعة الملك فيصل بالدمام العربيه السعوديه. حصل على العديد من الشهادات وعقد وحاضر العديد من الندوات والدورات التدريبيه.كتب الشعر بالفصحى والعاميه وظف الشعر فى كل مايدور من حوله .فى السياسه والأمراض والعلاج والحب والكره والفخر والنصيحة والغزل والهجاء والفخر والبطوله والاغنيه. والموال والمدح والترفيه الخ من صور الشعر وكتب القصه القصيره ومازلت اكتب حتى تاريخه
(A Feeling from the Heart) Under publication is the autobiography of Mohy El-Din Gomaa Taha and the title/poet Mohy Gomaa Taha is Egyptian by nationality. Mansoura. Born in 1959, he graduated from the Faculty of Medical Sciences. He studied at the Faculty of Law and the Institute of Preachers at the Sharia Association for Sunni Workers. He worked as a health inspector, then a lecturer and health educator in Egypt. He worked at King Faisal University in Dammam, Saudi Arabia. He obtained many certificates and held and lectured many seminars and training courses. He wrote poetry in classical and colloquial languages and used poetry in everything that was going on around him. In politics, diseases, treatment, love, hate, pride, advice, flirtation, satire, pride, heroism, and song. Money, praise, entertainment, etc. They are forms of poetry and short story books, and I still write to this day
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خاص بديوانى تحت الاصدار
( إحساس من القلب)
1- أغنية نسيت أنساك
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كلمات/
الشاعر محى جمعه طه
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نسيت أنساك
ودوبنى الحنين فى هواك
ومين ينسى حبيب زيك
وقلبى داب سنين وياك
***ياروح قلبى***
أنا عايش ومستنى
وببكى شويه وأغنى
سنين عدت بعيد عنك
وأقول بكره هاترجع لى
وأعيش باقى سنين
عمرى ساعة مالقاك
***وأروح وياك***
فى دنيا بعيد
عن عيون الناس
وأعيش العمر
من تانى بكل إحساس
***معاك إنته ***
* *معاك إنته ياكل الناس**
صبرت كتير
على بعدك ياسيد الناس
ولما تعبت قلت أنساك
لقيت نفسى دايب فى هواك
***نسيت أنساك***
ومن تاني رجعت
اسرح في ذكرى معاك
حبيبى خدنى
من فضلك أوام وياك
أنا بدونك جسد ماشى
بدون الروح وروحى معاك
بقلم الشاعر الأديب/
محى الدين جمعه طه
Special for my collection under release (A Feeling from the Heart) 1- The song I Forgot to Forget You ************** Lyrics/The poet Mohy Jumah Taha *********. I forgot to forget you, and nostalgia filled me with love, and who can forget a lover like you, and my heart has been with you for years ***Oh my heart’s soul*** I am living and waiting, and I cry a little and the richest of years. I returned away from you and said that tomorrow you will come back to me and I will live the rest of my years until I meet you ***and go with you*** In a world far from people's eyes, I live life again with every feeling ***With you, it ends*** * *With you, it eats people** I have been very patient with your distance, Lord of people, and when I got tired, I said to forget you, I found myself absorbed in your passion ***I forgot to forget you** * And again, I returned to wander in memory of you, my beloved, take me, please, and stay with you. Without you, I am a body that walks without the soul, and my soul is with you, written by the poet and writer/ Mohi El-Din Juma Taha
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2- خاص بديوانى ( إحساس من القلب)
قصيدة هذا انا المصرى
بقلم
الشاعر محى جمعه طه
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هذا انا المصرى
إبن العروبة بجواده
ورث الأصالة
والكرم عن أجداده
فإذا حللت بأرضنا
زائرا تجد الكرم
واذا قدمت معاديا
لأهلنا وأرضنا
فاعلم بأنك لن تعود
لأهلك على القدم
فمصر مقبرة الغزاة
لمن إعتدى منذ القدم
وشبابها وقت الحروب
عدوهم لايحترم
هلا عرفت الآن
من هو المصرى بااانى الهرم؟
كتبها الشاعر/
محى الدين جمعه طه
2- Special to my collection (A Feeling from the Heart), a poem: This is me, the Egyptian, written by the poet Mohi Gomaa Taha ************* This is me, the Egyptian, the son of Arabism, with his horse. He inherited authenticity and generosity from his ancestors. If you come to our land as a visitor, you will find generosity, and if you come Hostile to our people and our land, so know that you will not return to your family in ancient times, for Egypt is the cemetery of invaders for those who have attacked since ancient times and its youth in times of war. Their enemy is not respected. Do you know now who the Egyptian is at the bottom of the pyramid? Written by the poet/ Mohieddin Jumah Taha
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3 .. خاص بديوانى
( إحساس من القلب)
قصيدة ( أنا المصرى )
بقلم /
الشاعر محى جمعه طه
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هذا انا المصرى
إبن العروبة بجواده
ورث الأصالة
والكرم عن أجداده
فإذا حللت بأرضنا
زائرا تجد الكرم
واذا قدمت معاديا
لأهلنا وأرضنا
فاعلم بأنك لن تعود
لأهلك على القدم
فمصر مقبرة الغزاة
لمن إعتدى منذ القدم
وشبابها وقت الحروب
عدوهم لايحترم
هلا عرفت الآن
من هو المصرى بااانى الهرم؟
هذا أنا هذا أنا
إبن العروبة ها أنا
أصل الرجولة
والكمال بأرضنا
أنا لا أقول فى
الحقيقة عنى أنا
أنا كل مصرى فتى
عاش ومات بأرضنا
إن كان حضرى
يعيش بالمدينة.. هذا أنا
أو كان فى أقصى صعيد
مصر أو بدوى أيضا.. هذا أنا
إن كنت ألبس البنطال
كالفرنجة..أيضا. هذا أنا
أو كنت أرتدى العمامة والعقال
والجلباب والسروال.. ذاك أنا
أهل الكرم مصر العروبة
والكل يعرف من أنا
مصريتى معروفة
والكل يعلم أننى بااانى الهرم
أنا هازم الهكسوس والتاتار
والألمان فى أرض الوطن
أنا هازم العدوان الثلاثى
ببورسعيد الباسله فى حى العرب
أنا خال إسماعيل
إبن إبراهيم أبو العرب
أنا ابنها وعزيزها يوسف الصديق
الكنعانى بعدما فيها إغترب
أنا من ولد موسى بأرضى
وأخوه هارون أبو الأدب
حتى وصل للبئر رفع غطاءه
وسقى لهن ورعى الغنم
حتى بلغ لشعيب الأب رجولته
أعطاه البنيه لقوته وللأدب
أنا من أطعم الدنيا
بخير الله فى عام الجدب
أنا إبن مصر العريقة
والفرعون أول من كتب
ونحن أهل الجامعات
والبعثات للعلوم وللأدب
أنا من علم الدنيا
أصل الدفاع عن الوطن
أنا من هزم جيش الفرنجة بإمرأه
حين مات الصالح أيوب البطل
أنا إبن شجرة الدر وحفيد
نفرتينى صناع الهرم
أنا إبن مصر مهبط
الأديان وراعى كل الأمم
أنا إبن إكتوبر وهازم
أحلام اليهود التى صارت عدم
أنا إبن مصر قلب العروبه الآمنه
بقول رب العالمين منذ القدم
أنا إبن مصر والنيل العظيم
وسيناء وكنيسة العذراء
أنا إبن مصر أصل الديانات
ومانح الكعبة الشريفة بالكساء
أنا إبنها وموطنى الدلتا دكرنس
المحمودية أهل الكرم والعطاء
كتبها الشاعر
محى الدين جمعه طه
فى الثلاثاء 2024/08/27
3.. Special to my poetry collection (A Feeling from the Heart), a poem (I am the Egyptian) written by the poet Mohi Jumah Taha ************ This is me, the Egyptian, the son of Arabism, with his horse. He inherited originality and generosity from his ancestors. If you come to our land as a visitor, you will find generosity. And if you come hostile to our people and our land, know that you will not return to your family in the past, for Egypt is the cemetery of invaders for those who have attacked since ancient times, and its youth in times of war are not respected by their enemy. Do you know now who the Egyptian is at the bottom of the pyramid? This is me. This is me, the son of Arabism. Here I am, the origin of manhood and perfection in our land. I am not saying in truth about me. I am every Egyptian boy who lived and died in our land. If he was an urbanite living in the city.. This is me. Or he was in the farthest part of Upper Egypt or a Bedouin as well.. This is me if I am. I wear pants like a Frankish...too. This is me, or I was wearing a turban, a headband, a robe, and trousers.. That is me, the generous people of Egypt, Arabism, and everyone knows who I am. My Egyptianness is known, and everyone knows that I am in the pyramids. I defeated the Hyksos, the Tatars, and the Germans in the homeland. I defeated the tripartite aggression in the valiant Port Said in the Arab neighborhood. I am the uncle of Ismail Ibn Ibrahim. I am the father of the Arabs, I am her son and her dear, Youssef the Canaanite friend, after he was estranged. I am the one who gave birth to Moses on my land and his brother Aaron, the father of literature until he reached the well. He lifted its cover and watered them and looked after the sheep until Shuaib the father reached his manhood. He gave him the structure for his strength and good manners. I am the one who fed the world with God’s goodness in the year of barrenness. I am the son of Egypt. The ancient and the Pharaoh were the first to write, and we are the people of universities and scholarships for science and literature. I am the one who taught the world, the origin of defending the homeland. I am the one who defeated the Frankish army with a woman when the righteous Ayoub the hero died. I am the son of the tree of pearls and the grandson of Nefertini, the makers of the pyramid. I am the son of Egypt, the landing place of religions and the shepherd of all nations. I am the son of October and Hazim. The dreams of the Jews that have become non-existent. I am the son of Egypt, the heart of secure Arabism, according to the words of the Lord of the Worlds from ancient times. I am the son of Egypt, the Great Nile, the Sinai, and the Church of the Virgin. I am the son of Egypt, the origin of religions and the giver of the honorable Kaaba with its covering. I am its son and my homeland, the Dekernes Delta, Mahmoudiyah, the people of generosity and giving. Written by the poet Muhyiddin Jumah Taha on Tuesday. 08/27/2024
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4 .. خاص بديوانى
( احساس من القلب)
قصيدة بحلم
بقلم
الشاعر محى جمعه طه
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بحلم إنى رجعت تانى
طفل صغير
ماسك لعبه أو طياره
فى الهوا بيطير
حد ياخدها منى ويجرى
أفضل أعيط وانا صغير
بعد شويه هلعب تانى
انسى واطير
ولا هاشتال حقد فى قلبى
ولا ضميرى راح يتغير
ولا بإديا هضرب
أخ واكون جبار
ولا هيقولوا الواد
بقى ظالم من الاشرار
ولا هبص لحرمة
غيرى ولا الاسرار
ولا هلعب بقلوب
الناس واكون غدار
ولا هيقولوا عليا
مجرم آخرته نار
بحلم إنى أكون فى
الجنه مع الأبرار
مع أبويا وإخواتى وأمى
مع نبينا المختار
ألعب وأجرى مع
أحبابى مع أصحابى
بس يارب الحلم يطول
مافى حد ينده وينادى
ويقول اصحى ياعم الحج
ياله بينا نروح النادى
كلمات الشاعر
محى الدين جمعه طه
4.. Special to my collection (A Feeling from the Heart) A poem with a dream written by the poet Mohi Gomaa Taha *********** I dream that I am back again A little child holding a toy or a plane in the air is flying Someone takes it from me and runs Better I cry when I am still young I will play for a while again, forget and fly, and I will not have hatred in my heart, nor will my conscience change, nor will I ever beat a brother and be a tyrant, nor will they say that my father has become an oppressor among the evil ones, nor will I violate the sanctity of others nor secrets, nor will I play with people’s hearts and be a traitor, nor will they call me a criminal whose afterlife is fire. I dream that I will be in Paradise. With the righteous, with my father, my sisters, and my mother, with our chosen Prophet, I play and run, with my loved ones, with my friends, but, O Lord, the dream will be long. No one will call out to him and say, “Wake up, uncle Hajj. Oh, let us go to the club.” Words of the poet Muhyiddin Juma Taha
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5... خاص بديوانى
(إحساس من القلب)
كالقمر انتِ
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كلمات
الشاعر محى جمعه طه
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ابدر انتِ بحق السماء ؟
اقمر منير بكل الضياء ؟
رايت الجمال بكل المعانى
فانت الحقيقه وانت الوفاء
يازهره جميله يانبع الحنان
يامرسى سفنتى يابر الامان
ياكل الحبايب ياقلبى الًدايب
يافرحى وجرحى ياكل المعان
يارحمه ونور وريحة الزهور
ياتغريده حلوه من اجمل طيور
صباحك معطر ووجهك منور
وعينى تراكى قلبى يميل
ياهاديا وجميله وام الخميله
يانجمه تنور لى فى كل ليله
وبدعى لربى يطولى عمرك
ويكتبلى أعيش واكون تحت أمرك
ياامى واختى وكل الحبايب
يالمسه جميله ياكل القرايب
يادافعه الضريبه بسهر الليالى
وحافظه كرامتى وطول انتظارى
وبتمنى اكبر واكون نجم عالى
اشيلك فى قلبى واطير فى العلالى
يا حبى الكبير وكل المعانى
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كتبها محى الدين جمعه طه
5... Special to my collection (A Feeling from the Heart) You are like the moon,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Words of the poet Mohy Jumah Taha,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,, Are you, for heaven's sake, Badr? A bright moon with all the light? I saw beauty in all meanings, you are the truth and you are loyalty, you are a beautiful flower, you are the source of tenderness, you are the anchor of my ship, you are the anchor of safety that eats up the loved ones, you are my bleeding heart, you are my joy and my wound eats up suffering, you are mercy, light, and the smell of flowers, you are a sweet song from the most beautiful birds. Your morning is fragrant, your face is light, and my eyes see you, my heart is leaning, you are calm and beautiful, and the mother of the beautiful, you are a star that enlightens me in every way. Night, I pray to God to prolong your life and grant me to live and be at your command, my mother, my sister, and all my beloved ones. What a beautiful touch. He eats my relatives. Oh, the tax payer, by staying up late at night. He preserved my dignity and my long wait. I wish to grow up and be a high star. I will send you in my heart and fly to the heights, my great love and all meanings.,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,, Written by Mohy El-Din Juma Taha
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خاص بديوانى
6 - ( إحساس من القلب)
حبيبتى هذا إعتراف
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كلمات
الشاعر محى جمعه طه
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حبيبتى أكتب اليك
لأسجل اعتراف
فقلبى يحمل لك حب
كبير لايقدره عراف
يوصف بديوان
شعر لا براجراف
ملكتى قلبى
بنظراتك كلها اهداف
وغصت فى عينيك
سكير بلامجداف
فوجدت حب عظيم
وصورة لزفاف
الاايها القلب الجميل
الى انشرح لاتخاف
انى حييت لأسعدك
وأرتوى بمحبتك
ان الفؤاد قد إنكوى
حرمان حب قبلك
وعانيت ماعانيت
حتى فوزت بقلبك
لو طفت كل الدنيا
أحكى لأهلها
وكتبت وسطرت
أوصف قدها وجمالها
وعزفت تغريدات
لحن لحسن صفاتها
لن أنتهى من وصف طيف
حبيبتى وجمال خصالها
كلمات /
محى الدين جمعه طه
Special for my collection 6 - (A Feeling from the Heart) My love, this is a confession,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, .., My heart, with your looks, is full of goals, and I dived into your eyes, drunk without an oar, and found a great love and a picture of a wedding. Oh, beautiful heart, to explain. Do not be afraid, I lived to make you happy and to be satiated by your love. My heart has been quenched by the deprivation of love before you, and I suffered as I did not suffer until I won your heart. If I roamed the whole world, telling its people, writing and writing, describing its strength and beauty, and singing songs. A melody for her beautiful qualities. I will never finish describing the beauty of my beloved and the beauty of her qualities. Lyrics: Mohi El-Din Juma Taha
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7 - خاص بديوانى تحت اصدار
(إحساس من القلب)
إلى جنة الخلد
بقلم/
الشاعر محى جمعه طه
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ربح البيع يا
إسماعيل هنيه
ياابن فل س طين
الحره الأبيه
قتلوك ص هاينه
البلد الارهابيه
مايعرفوش
أن روحك زكيه
وإنك طلبت
الموته ديه
ياشهيد العروبه
والأمه الإسلاميه
مكانك مع شيخنا
أحمد ياسين
وكل الأفاضل
وشهداء الإنسانيه
بذلت الابن والمال
والروح الذكيه
وحسبنا الله
فيمن تحدث عنك
وقال فيك ماليس
فيك يابن هنيه
فلولم تكن تخيفهم
وترعبهم ماقتلوك
داخل وخارج
الأرض الف لسطينيه
كنت سيفا ورمحا
مش مقضيها فنتازيه
وآن لك أن ترتاح
يابطل الدول العربية
شرف لنا أن تكون منا ياشهيد
ال أقصى وفلس طين العربيه
اتعبتهم وارعبتهم
بشخصيتك القويه
أنا لست حزينا عليك
لكن أهنئك وسماك الله هنيه
فهنيئا لك ولأسرتك
الجنة بالسماوات العليه
كتبها الشاعر/
محى الدين جمعه طه
فى الجمعه2024/08/02
7 - Special for my collection under the publication of (A Feeling from the Heart) To the Eternal Paradise written by the poet Mohi Jumah Taha ******** Profit from the sale, Ismail Haniyeh, son of a free and proud fils, they killed you, Haniyeh, the terrorist country does not know that your soul is pure and that you asked This is death, martyr of Arabism and the Islamic nation, your place is with our Sheikh Ahmed Yassin and all the virtuous and martyrs of humanity. You sacrificed your son, your money, your intelligent soul, and God suffices us for those who spoke about you and said, “What is wrong with you, Bin Haniyeh? If you had not frightened and terrified them, they would not have killed you inside and outside the land. A thousand Palestinians. You were a sword and a spear that cannot be spent. Fantasticism, and now is the time for you to fight.” Rest in peace, champion of the Arab countries. It is an honor for us that you are among us, martyr of Al-Aqsa and Palestine, the clay of Arabs. You have tired them and terrified them with your strong personality. I am not sad for you, but I congratulate you. May God bless you with happiness. Congratulations to you and your family. Paradise in the high heavens. Written by the poet/ Mohieddin Jumah Taha on Friday, 08/02/2024.
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8 - خاص بديوانى
(إحساس من القلب)
قصيده ..
( كل عام وإنتى بخير يا أمى)
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كلمات..
الشاعر محى جمعه طه
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كل عام وانتى
بخير ست الحبايب
كل عام حبك يا أمى
فى قلبى دايب
ماهما اقول عنك حكاوى
مش هوفيكى ياأمى
حبى ليكى نهر جارى
بيجرى فى دمى
نبض قلبى لوسمعته
مش بقول غير أمى أمى
ياما شلتينى فى نهارك
وفى ليالى شلتى همى
ماهما اعمل اى شئ
او الخبط والله مامليتى منى
جوه بطنك انا كنت
وبإديكى انت شيلتى
لما كنت اتعب ياأمى
دنيا تتلخبط معاكى
لما اضحك دنيتك
تبقى سعاده ولونها وردى
كل يوم تستنى اكبر
تفرحى تقولى ياعمرى
لسه فاكر كل عيد
لما اكبر كنت عيدك
لما كبرت يا امى
كنت بمشى إيدى فى إيدك
طول حياتك تضحيه
بصحتك الله يزيدك
والنهارده كلنا
لازم نهنى اليوم فى عيدك
كل عام وانتى بخير
ميت بوسه فى إيدك
كل عام ورحمه توصل
كل ام فارقت حبيبها
كل عام وانتم بخير
كلكم يا امهاتنا
كتبها....
د/ محى الدين جمعه طه
8 - Special for my collection under the publication of (A Feeling from the Heart), a poem.. (Happy New Year, Mother),,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, , Words.. The poet Mohi Jumah Taha,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Happy New Year, my beloved lady, Happy New Year, my love for you, mother, is in my heart, no matter what I say about you. Stories I won't tell you, mother. My love for you is a running river that runs through my blood. My heart beats if I hear it. I don't say anything other than my mother. My mother. Oh, you paralyzed me during your day and nights. You paralyzed me. I didn't do anything or mess around. By God, you didn't fill me with me inside your stomach. I was in your hands. You carried me away when I was tired, mother. The world is messing with you. When I laugh, your world remains happiness and its color is pink. Every day you wait for me to grow happy. You say, “My life, I still remember every Eid when I grow up. I was your Eid when I grew up. My mother. I used to walk hand in hand all your life sacrificing your health. May God increase you. And today we all must congratulate the day on your Eid. Happy New Year. Kiss.” In your hands, every year and mercy reaches every mother who left her beloved. Happy new year to all of you, our mothers. Written by.... Dr. Mohi El-Din Juma Taha
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- بيسألونى بحبك ليه
بقلم
محى الدين جمعه طه
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بيسألونى بحبك ليه؟؟
سؤال جميل وجوبت عليه
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انك حياتى ونور عينى
وانا لو عطشت بتسقينى
ولو بردت تغطينى
بالحب كله بتروينى
جمال طباعك يغنينى
عن النظر لبنات الناس
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بعنيكى دائما تراعينى
قبل ما أنطق فهمانى
وكأن عقلق جوايا
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عارفه الأصول تراعيها
وفروض إلاهنا تأديها
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لما بغيب تحفظى غيبتى
وفى الادب عاطيالى هيبتى
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لو مالت الدنيا تشيلى
وانت السند وقت المحنه
مابتقبلى تشوفينى مهموم
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بتراعى بيتى وعيالى
وعن جرانى غنيانى
مدبره فى شؤن البيت
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يبقى إلى زيك تتحب
والقلب لغيرك مايدب.
كلمات
الشاعر محى جمعه طه
10 - They ask me why I love you, by Mohi El-Din Jumah Taha,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, They ask me why I love you?? A beautiful question and you answered it ******* You are my life and the light of my eyes, and if I am thirsty you give me something to drink, and if I am cold you cover me with all the love you quench me. The beauty of your character makes me need to look at other people’s daughters ******** With your eyes you always take care of me before I speak. Understand me as if your mind is inside me ****** You know the principles, you must observe them, and you fulfill the obligations of our God ****** When I am absent, you protect my absence, and in good manners, give me my prestige ******** If the world tends to go away, and you are my support in times of adversity, you will not accept to see me worried ***** * You take care of my home and my children, and my neighbors are my riches, managing the affairs of the house ******** You will always love someone like you, and the heart will not turn to anyone else. Words of the poet Mohy Gomaa Taha
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