قصائد مدح الرسول لحسان بن ثابت

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Hassan bin Thabit bin Al-Mundhir Al-Khazraji Al-Ansari, Abu Al-Walid. The Companion, the poet of the Prophet (peace be upon him) and one of the veterans who realized ignorance and Islam. Sixty years lived in ignorance, and the same in Islam. He was a city dweller. His praises were famous among the Ghassanids, and the kings of Al-Hira, before Islam, and he was conscious before his death. He did not witness a scene with the Prophet (may God bless him and grant him peace) because of his illness. He had a forelock that he could drop between his eyes, and he used to stroke his nose with his tongue from his length. Abu Ubaidah said: Hassan preferred poets with three: He was the poet of the Ansar in the pre-Islamic era, the poet of the Prophet in prophecy, and the poet of the Yemenis in Islam. He was very satirist, and the hair was loose. Al-Mubarrad said (in Al-Kamil): The most ancient people were among the poets Al-Hassan, for they are counted six in line, all of them are poets, and they are: Saeed bin Abdul Rahman bin Hassan bin Thabit bin Al-Mundhir bin Haram. He died in the city. And in (His poetry - i) what is left of it is preserved. Hasan became extinct. Among what was written in his biography and poetry (Hassan bin Thabit - i) is the hymn of Nimer, and the same for Khaldoun Al-Kinani, and the same for Fouad Al-Bustani.

Among the poems of Hassan bin Thabit, the poet of the Prophet:

Increase your modesty in dignity and generosity

I saved the Banu Qays, and their fools turned a blind eye

Shall I not inform Abu demolished of a messenger?

For God's sake, I am guided

Our victory was not given to us by a battalion

If a boy could get the sky with his hand

Accept a torrent that came from God's command

And he was in Ariab, glory and invincibility

A bastard around their verses

If the boy grew up in us

Then came the skin of the skin, Ghazanfara

porridge as if ghee was in its rooms

Jassem has pardoned to the house of Ras

And in his right pillar is Banu Asad

Dahra wraps me in a camel

Whoever does good deeds, God will thank them

The gifts are trade veils and what

Yes, the owner of a people who have no weapons

It is enough for us as well as for others

Did Banu Umayyah die as a dhimma?

For my life, you have slandered Hudhayl ​​bin Mudrak

They supported their Prophet and strengthened his arms

Our dreams weigh mountains sobriety

He untied his hands, then closed the door

A sassy horse does not weigh with suspicion

He fled and threw his spear at us

We inherited from Bahloul Amr bin Amer

There is still a grave between Bathna and Jalaq

Prosperity evacuations are many

On the day of Badr, we met you for periods of time

The rest of you is a lifetime that we spent with canna

My eyes cried and she was right

Are you not the best prepared all as a group?

A little leisurely witnessing the hija pregnancy

Your father is a bad father and your uncle is like him

And you, if they fight, leave you

Farthest dead in the darkest city

Before her, I have meditated in the shadows and in the

May God bless Ibn Umar that he is

And I will give credit to Hudhayfa my praises

I draw a house from Hunayda you know

What do we fear, praise be to God, people?

The sun of the day surrounded us, and whoever saw

A craftsmanship is not a craftsmanship

Who will be among the hustle of the khanna?

She said eating people has become an obstacle

You will come tomorrow, many conversations

Men's denim

The imam asked, and you may follow our lead

Isn't it someone who informed me about my father?

I was told that Abu Mundhir

Our victory is the Messenger of God and the religion by force

Are you not seeking to realize our glory?

We are the sons of Qahtan, the king and the al-Ula

When we landed, a bitter belly was subdued

Michal is with you and Gabriel are both

And if someone thinks of a future guest,

If there were no clear verses in it

Those are a people who, if they had it, they were said to carry out

If he said he did not leave an article and did not stand

Were it not for the Al-Harithiya Brigade, they would have become

And the throne of God was not shaken by the death of a dead person

If God takes their light from my eyes

The most despicable genius is the monastery of it

You are black to my eyes

The Ansar betrayed him when the death came

My people who sheltered their prophet

Three came out ahead of them

Qahtan Al Ula Qurum was our grandfather

I grew up like that one didn't live growing up

Don't be like the sheep that was dead

Go back and live, traveler

Leave us alone, for you are coven

How many dig a hole for a man

Did you not bury the Messenger of God in a pool?

My head is white after being blackened

Hybrids if they are attributed to slaves

O Muhakem bin Tufail, it has been made available to you

And whoever lived among us lived in arrogance

And Ma'udah is decided in Ma'awz

And hazia, muffled and mungss

When does he appear in the brute daji his forehead?

A people who missed their prophet have been disappointed

The Quraish do not deny the virtue of our friend

Whoever among them is creative, then he is

Our lecturers suffice us from the inhabitants of the villages

The Messenger of God asked, and the truth is necessary

I wish I had witnessed Ibn Tariq in it

From the amount of a friend in words as if

Good drawing of the messenger and institute

Is anyone here who was born a monkey?

Do not reveal your secret except to you

And how many scenes have his opponents defended?

O Mi, come and mourn the witches of the longing of the smells

Banu Wael and Banu Waqif

And if I called the Harithin, he answered me

Umm Dirar seeks people and God

It rhymes after Hassan and his son

When Umm Omar saw me, she was shocked

So, by God, we will throw them at war

Al-Qarum mentioned hunting from Al Hashim

Skhent claimed to be against her Lord

God bless a people whom we did not leave from their navels

I asked Huhail the Messenger of God obscene

Forgiveness heroes hope for dew

And if it wasn't for three who are in the cup, it wouldn't have been

And the best of you I've never seen

Their prayers confront and cry

You have replaced Najran after its kings