Literature of marital relations

A man married a woman who was cruel to him, and asked him to show only a smile, and if she left the house, the husband shouted:

I cry and you ask me to smile, and I see my crying as a smile for me

She is so mean that I blame myself

And if I complain to her about something I don't like, I show her the gun

She once threatened to kill me because I speak badly

And she said to me: Don't complain about me, I am not a drinker

If I show you temptation, it is unbearable torture

And I found you among those who, if they taste torture, do not wrong

While he was shouting, one of his neighbors heard his voice, and replied from outside:

Ask for a divorce and forget her, this is the way to peace

Tell her family that she killed you in front of people

Show them your wounds, do not delay, for haste is a bridle

Tell them that you have been fasting since marriage, so there is no food

And if you keep the secret, you will be tortured

Disclose the truth and be among these honorable people

While he was reciting his poetry, his neighbor's cruel wife passed by him and greeted him On him, he replied with verses:

You greet me with a reprehensible one

I said: Welcome, you who revive a disease

You tortured a man for no reason and acted like a rabble

And tightened the ropes on him, although she has no dignity

Every day she is like darkness to him

When she heard these words, she rushed into the room like lightning and scolded her husband again, and that neighbor heard her husband's voice, so he kept scolding her, and said:

O you who torture your husband with your good news, O you who take revenge

What you have offered in this world is a cloud

One day it rains without finding shelter from the fire

When she heard these insults, verses of poetry, she did not raise her hand to hit her husband after that because her secret was revealed, and one day she saw her husband talking to that neighbor who mocked her, so she hit him thinking that he was the one who leaked her news to the neighbors, so that mocking neighbor said again:

I stopped hurting her one day and then returned to her place.

She thought that femininity brings manhood closer to the bridle.

She thought that her life would reach the peak and the pinnacle.

But she was wrong, violence is not a reason for love.

When she heard these verses, she did not speak to that neighbor for a month. The neighbor said:

Advice is nothing but filth. What is wrong with you, my perfect brother?

Separation is a connection if it is for the good, you schizophrenic.

If you do not like it, then stop...and do not throw arrows at him.

If you do not offend him, then do not taste bitterness.

If you do not offend him, then hatred is better than love.

When she heard these eloquent verses, she went to her husband and regretted what she had done a long time ago. After that, she reconciled with him, honored him, and treated her neighbor well. The neighbor was amazed and said:

I regretted what I did, but I improved after I humbled myself.

She heard this verse, so she thanked him for always guiding her and promised him not to repeat it. Then she told him that her friends were the ones who encouraged her to do that and that they had never done that to their husbands in their lives.

He asked her how she knew that they didn't do that?

She said that she had visited one of them in her husband's house and found that she respected her husband and obeyed him, not out of courtesy or concealment. He took shelter in the shade of a tree in a large garden, and when the morning breezes hit him, he rested, and held on to a branch of the tree, and saw a bird on its branch, so he cried out:

The wing was clipped so that I may reach the branch at the top of the tree

And express my sorrow as you used to do at dawn

And sing melodies in the highest heights in the moon

And fly in the atmosphere of echo and compose melodies of strings

And see space on the sides and the chanting is the news

To satisfy the burdens in the house of feelings and boredom

And carry my melodies to every place in danger

And increase the intensity of the repetition, until the needy is far away

And lend me a beak with which I can sing poems of good news

And a promise, your wing will carry me, but it will not break

And I answer the sky, not afraid of the falcon when it flies .This bird chirped when he reached this place, so he followed him and said:

Do you think I am negligent? Do you think I have not flown?

He who created wings has given me the flight of an eagle.

If I fly, He will think that I am worthy of the bird in the pictures.

I feared nothing in ascending. I feared no danger.

So the bird moved his wing, and looked at him from the top of the tree, and said:

O bird, I am honest. Why did you return the look?

I will fly, I thought I was going far from the trees.

When the bird heard these words, the bird turned and hovered with him, and recited:

Do you want a wing for me here so that I can fly from among the stones?

But I cannot, because my walk is my destiny.

O bird, tell me how to fly, with clear sight?

And you see what I do not see and you see what is hidden

This bird left, so the man returned to the shade of the tree, and inhaled the fresh air under the trees, and after half an hour a flock of birds came to him, so he wanted to see the bird that was with him before, so he saw it among these birds, and was surprised, so he recited:

Oh bird, why are you returning? Did you come to pick up what was scattered?

Why did you return to me in this hidden place?

Did you call a flock in revenge for that urgent saying?

After a few minutes, he did not see this bird, so he flew and did not find that flock that came with him, so he chanted:

Why were you afraid of me, oh bird... Come back, for my longing for you is not pleasant...

I have something that I did not want to hide, and it is a secret in you

And spread your wing so that what was lost may return

And lend your wing to the lost to reveal the rare

And let your flock come scattered, and I am poor to it

And let your flock come hoping for what might tempt me

Or will it remain in the air if the moon pecks it?!

No, and the moon is not like a grain that can be pulled by pecking.

If he wants, let him pick up the stars spread across the sky.

If he wants to fly at night, he is unable to.

When he did not hear a sound, he returned to his house, tired.