قصائد مدح الرسول لحسان بن ثابت Description
The application of Diwan Hassan bin Thabit: Poems Praising the Messenger of Hassan bin Thabet contains all the poems of Hassan bin Thabet and poems in praise of the Messenger Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace.
Through the application of Hassan bin Thabit's Diwan: Poems in Praise of the Messenger by Hassan bin Thabit, you can browse all the poems in praise of the Prophet Muhammad by the poet of the Prophet Hassan bin Thabit, share verses to friends and copy the poems of the Prophet Muhammad's poet.
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
Through the application of Hassan bin Thabit's Diwan: Poems in Praise of the Messenger by Hassan bin Thabit, you can browse all the poems in praise of the Prophet Muhammad by the poet of the Prophet Hassan bin Thabit, share verses to friends and copy the poems of the Prophet Muhammad's poet.
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
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