Umrule Ghais (497-545?) Originally from Yemen, he was born in Neizhi. His father was the leader of the Assad tribe in northern Nezhi, who was later killed by the Assads. Gass was an early lover of poetry, alcoholism, and debauchery. After his father was killed, he was full of grief and anger, and he was determined to avenge his father. In the history of Arabic literature, Geis is known as the "master of poetry" and the "holy hand of love poetry". His collection of poems was printed in Paris in 1837. Gass's "hanging poem" is a poem of more than eighty lines. The poem expresses his love for the Girl Ofazai and describes the scene when the two meet. The poet's creations in this period are mostly portrayals of a life of debauchery. But after his father was killed, his works were full of sadness and melancholy emotions, and the sentence was like two people.
We mourn the love of the past, the old dwelling,
Although we can no longer find the fragments of it.
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The distant years buried in these ruins,——
It was as if crumpled prayer letters on an ancient paper roll.
I remembered the flames, and the depths of my soul resounded again
The heavy sigh of my boundless sorrow.
I kept silent. There is only silent pain
Dripping on the cloak like a river of tears.
Just the one who is not used to controlling the heart and passion
It is not possible to keep the tongue that is good for empty talk.
Look, I'm shaking in the saddle, agitated, tired,
The white corpse cloth stretched out with the wind...
I am always determined to help people in trouble,
I have rescued countless unfortunate people from captivity and shackles.
And how many times have you drunk with your friends,
We live a life of happiness, love and sweetness.
A fast and powerful camel carries me,
Easily walk through the hurricane-blowing dust desert.
And how many times have I walked through the valleys and fields where the flowers are blooming,
Dark clouds flew and the rain wet their green slightly.
My horse can guess my mind in advance,——
Be loyal in wandering, traveling and fighting.
Its speedy footsteps are even far greater
Gazelle chased by greedy eagles.
I've been to the desert similar to The Himal Canyon,
It was condemned by heaven and burned to the ground by the fire.
My horses are like trees that rise forever,——
We ran freely and drove past camels.
I took the army with me, believed, with our weapons
Ability to search for enemies hiding in castles.
I am more determined, more stubborn with my army,
As long as the camels and horses were not tired.
As long as I haven't seen the horses as quiet as crows,
The Harrier Eagle is still hovering over it...
(Translated by Li Yu)
It's raining again, and it's dripping along the eaves again,
You rain on; monotonous and tedious.
In the midst of dust, dexterous lizards
Slide lightly and hurry to a certain place.
The rain curtain envelops all the trees,
It was like those severed heads.
The rain flows, boring and endless,
Finally, a ferocious rainstorm suddenly began.
A wild rush swept in from the east,
The south wind also swelled up in a moment.
But after venting his anger and feeling his soul,
Gradually quieted down,—— the wind and rain had stopped.
We became neighbors – can we build friendships:
Ashib is still alive. But I am already lying here.
Lonely as you are before the remnants of life- the grave of darkness...
Dear female neighbor, we are strangers to each other.
We know each other and connect our hearts,——
But suddenly I'm going to turn into another one for you?
Female neighbor, everything that has disappeared never returns,
The endgame is approaching.
Mankind regards the whole earth as the motherland.
Only those who are buried forever in Huangquan are exiled.
I used to sing the praises of bloody wars,
It is as if singing the praises of a young girl and a beautiful Yang Chun.
But now I have experienced the horrors of its rule—
Ah, this old witch, who has confused all the people.
I want to please people and hide my ugliness,
Hide the disgusting white hair quietly...
Focus on reading and sleeping, poetic inhabitation
Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems".