Nile guitar and homeland hymns

 

(truce)

(Al-Tijani Saeed)
Nile guitar and homeland hymns

  (Without appointment) 🌹

When you try to write about Al-Tijani Saeed, you have to be patient

She confirms that it is only an attempt because reaching Al-Saeed’s ports and coasts remains difficult even for the man himself, who admitted that, after all this flowing creative waterfall,

He just (tried)...!!

There's no strength except with Allah …!!

Therefore, any coup attempt on the borders of (Tijani)

It will not succeed... so that his (spacious) glorious state will remain fortified

And it is dedicated only to freedom, truth and beauty...!!

Al-Tijani Saeed is a special case in the book of Sudanese creativity

Naturally talented...smart (boiling point)...

He is creative and outperforms himself...!!

Brother, he wrote (I said to leave) for the locomotive (pink)

What else is he writing.....!!??

  And your eyes are like summer clouds, drying countries and irrigating countries

And my joy removes my misery and increases

And like Eid, he cheated on me and died...

Holidays have returned to the country

Farah's usual outfit

It's like a homeland, and I miss him leaving for Jews without food

Without your eyes, I will be gone, without memory and without birth...

(Come on, join us)...!!

  They asked him about this song and he said it introduced me and tortured me

Indicating that it captured the light and hidden something deeper

Deeper than that...!!?? 😳

  (We're drowning, my love)

 

But whether it is good or bad luck...I don't know

She found her way to the jet (pink) that broadcasted his voice into her, so she walked on (two strings) 🎼

(Pink, if my chicken sings, he will catch the seed...

To gain prestige for the chicken

What about Tijani Saeed... (the master of all things)

(This is her name (Mother of Battles))

(A madman meets Pharaoh)

I left and came

After you, I found

The whole earth is in exile...!!

(And here I will be silent for a little while out of respect for this (Saeed))

She stayed with us for two days, Tijani

(And the whole earth is in exile) 😥

Al-Tijani Saeed wrote (without appointment)..

And when they saw (Wardy) for the first time...

He told him jokingly

(If I had known you as a child, I would not have sung for you)

He then addressed all the artists, introducing them to the poet of his new song...

In fact, the boy at that time was young and not yet twenty years old.

Here his early genius appears and his innate talent is revealed...!!

(You were pushed at this (age) by playing (I whistled)...and he wrote..

(Without appointment)

. And the meeting is more beautiful in reality without waiting

You awakened existence within me and returned to my eyes during the day

 

(Your day is white)

The happy person appears and emerges from the ozone hole and soars

high above ….

The words are lost...

The letters of Laqiya died before Ahimsa

By God, your virtues are not forgotten for a moment, nor are the wounds forgotten

And tonight, my great love, I am in a state of burning that makes me feel no sorrow....😥

This is how words are lost...!!

By God, we are weak, O Kabir....!!

Let the man be satisfied with these two singing experiences...

But they missed him...

(I said, “I will leave” and (without a specified date, if only we had redeemed them in me.))

Market (the word) the answer would have been this

Priceless poetic effects...

It is classified as a humanitarian asset in UNESCO

And it would have tipped the balance...!!

Without appointment, he wrote it in Bet (Giranim), and she was older than him

But apparently it was (broken) in it...

Recumbent (spray) 🥰

She was not (interested) perhaps because of his young age at the time...

He was in (Al-Tashirat)...

So he jumped light years forward, turned around...and wrote without a date

(Kabba) has all his feelings..

(The boy did not know at the time that he had lost the feeling of all of Sudan.)

And all the sweet perfumes, my lady, and the delicate good ones

And the gesture and the locks that slept above the drowning man’s praises

Your steps, the kohl fringe, and the charm of the elegant top😍

It was said that “Wardi” was sung when she sang it, and people knew that the poet of this song was this young boy (the girls passed on “Al-Shamar”)...and they brought it to me (Sitt Al-Reed) 🥰

(She just smiled)...!!

Al-Tijani said: “The poet, even if he were Al-Nabigha Al-Dhubyani.”

He cannot win a girl's heart with his poetry

(But you captured our hearts, man...)

(And she's grown up)

Even once after you, O time of exile, coincidences bring us together

How do I come back from the absence of my first sight of the house, bewildered?

Wow, what a waste of strings I didn't sing or play with

In a fleeting moment without words, my heart, strange to worry, bled

Oh, I wish I had never seen you, Rabie, and I had no regrets

Please rest easy on us...!!

(They are supposed to write a warning that it is forbidden to approach 📛

(Fields (Angham) 🎼

This is what is extravagant (Al-Tijani Saeed).

 Many people think that this is it

It is his credit, but the man admits that these works were deducted from his credit because they wronged his flowing creativity, his soaring pen, and his inimitable genius..!

Al-Tijani combined philosophy, literature, and meditation, so he was a Sufi to the degree of a wanderer, a writer (magician), and a (prestigious) poet.

He owned the Arabic language until it scattered under his hands

His library was a pilgrimage site for writers, poets, and artists who came and drank from the man’s source and his generous spirit and exchanged beauty...

With (frightening) imagination, (dazzling) colloquialisms, and (fierce) classical language, Al-Tijani was one of the most eloquent Sudanese poets who spoke it.

His collection of poems (Amphibious Poems) and his songs (Prisoner) were printed in one edition and must be reproduced and produced by the man himself. 

Here I am not presenting a study on (Al-Tijani), as these have their godfathers, but I am just...

I remember him, perhaps...!! And lest we forget...!!

One of its repercussions in this collection

Al-Tijani says

(Then I called her

To sit on the edge of my memory

Until I don't see it...so colonize it...)

Look at the gender...

Actually (amphibious)

(He takes a bath and drinks as he does)

(And the prose poem in Sudan is proud of you, man)...

(The original) Al-Tijani Saeed, (Al-Falta), (Al-Dush), and (Al-Muallem) (Mahjoub Sharif), the three of them were living in a house in (Al-Ardha) (that famous Omdurmani neighbourhood), in which there is one neighbourhood, and one sabbath...

And my first sleep in it...!!

(Atari Bakunu is awake and wrote this jinn)

 

 

(And the poet’s sleep is happiness)

(Al-Baatiya) The three people wrote (without an appointment) (And I said I would leave) by Al-Saeed...

And (the douche) wrote (with her club) (and the old sadness)

This douche wrote (Friendliness) and Mahjoub Sharif wrote (Beautiful and Impossible)

If they had found three of them nearby, they would have written us the same...!!(And it happened)...!!

  We were (prisoners) of this flowing beauty, exchanging (the richest) 🥰

(These were the songs that shook the throne and conscience of the Sudanese people)

That's why this Sudan has only (a room) and a close one

He will also come back...!!

And he creates...!!

(These genes are not genetics)

Say to (the douche): The country has left and has not returned, and we will search in it...and our fate will be found there

And may He allow us to borrow his eternal Iliad and proclaim it...

And search for her in history

And ask the grandparents about it

And ask about the future

The sting is Sinino Baad

Search for her in the paintings

The place of thoughts is no longer

In a breath of color and a line

And in the sadness of people's eyes

And in error, the endowment does not increase

With her club

And I find it 🌹

And it will happen... O happy one..!!

The meeting is actually more beautiful without waiting

You awakened existence within me and returned to my eyes during the day

🥰

True, Professor...!!??