Ahbuk Ahbuk Albaqiath Tati

Is he a Syrian poet from Lebanon or a Lebanese poet from Syria? Every Arab reader may find himself in it. Nizar Qabbani's poetry goes beyond the limits of space to become a human language. He carried the concern of poetry, even if he did not preach theories. His poem was his statement, and people's love was its highest seal. This paste made his hair fragrant, not swept away by the industry. He remained attuned to his spontaneity. He is a jeweller, not a maker, and a singer from the depths of the forest and from the silk of the bed, and his rhythm is like the balance of gold. , , Just as Nizar dipped his pen in the heart of feeling, this is how duty dictates that we dip our pens in Nizar's poetry. But hey! Who can match him in his spontaneous flow? Poet of burning longing and stinging anger, poet of the most blazing moments, our fire falls short of you, your glow penetrates the times. There is a fever in you that annihilates absence with the hand that God extended in the image of Michelangelo to man. Onsi Al-Hajj, November 2013.