الاثنين، 20 أبريل 2026

كيف أحببتها بقلم الأديب المصري القدير وائل حسنين / صالون الأدب الراقي للشاعر خالد الساسي

 

قَصيدَةُ {كَيفَ أَحبَبتُها}.

لَقَدْ نَسَجْتُ رِداءَ الشَّوْقِ بِخُيُوطٍ مِنَ الحُبَّ لِتَرْتَدِيهِ وَأَحْبَبْتُكِ حُبًّا يَسَعُ السَّماءَ وَالأَرْضَ لا تَسْتَطِيعِينَ أَنْ تَتَخَيَّلِيهِ.
وَجَمَعْتُ أَجْمَلَ الجَواهِرِ وَصَنَعْتُ مِنْها عِقْدًا لِعُنُقِكِ لِتَتَزَيَّنِي بِهِ وَقَطَفْتُ الوَرْدَ لِيَحْتَضِنَ خُصَلَ شَعْرِكِ حِينَ تَضَعِينَهُ.
فَإِنَّ عِشْقِي كفَيَضانٍ فِي دَاخِلِي مِنْ شِدَّتِهِ يَصعُبُ عَلَيَّ أَنْ أَحْتَوِيَهُ يَنْجَذِبُ إِلَيْكِ بِشَهْوَتِهِ كَجُمُوحِ فَرَسٍ يَأْتِيكِ مُسْرِعًا لِتُوقِفِيهِ.
وَيَذُوبُ جَسَدِي بمَشاعِرِهِ حِينَ يُلامِسُ جَسَدَكِ النَّاعِمَ فَتُؤَجَّجِيهِ وَيَصِيرُ كَسائِلِ شَمْعٍ وَهُوَ بَيْنَ أَحْضانِكِ وَبِحَنانِكِ تُذِيبِيهِ.
وَجَوارِحِي تَضِجُّ بِنارِها كَحَمَمِ بُرْكانٍ خامِدٍ حِينَ يَلْقاكِ تُفَجَّرِينَهُ وَتَنْهَمِرُ بِالقُبَلاتِ لِشَفَتَيْكِ لِتَذُوقَ شَهْدَها الَّذِي أَشْتَهِيهِ.
وَإِحْسَاسِي يَنْدَفِعُ بِالحُبَّ كَأَمْواجِ البَحْرِ يَضْرِبُ شاطِئَ قَلْبِكِ لِتُهَدَّئِيهِ وَأَنْفاسُ صَدْرِي تَرْكُضُ إِلَيْكِ كَنَسِيمِ هَوَاءٍ يَأْتِيكِ لِتَسْتَنْشِقِيهِ.
وَقَلْبِي إِذا رَآكِ صارِ كَطِفْلٍ تُلاعِبُهُ أُمُّهُ وَتَحْضُنُهُ وَتَحْتَوِيهِ وَيَخْفِقُ بِنَبْضِهِ كَأَنْغامِ آلَهٍ مُوسِيقِيَّهٍ لِلَحْنٍ جَمِيلٍ أَنْتِ الَّتِي تَعْزِفِيهِ.
وَعُيْنايَ تَلْمَعانِ وَتُضِيئانِ كَالنُّجُومِ حِينَ تَنْظُرانِ إِلَي جَمالِكِ الَّذِي تَمْلِكِيهِ وَعَقْلِي يُفَكَّرُ بِكِ دَوْمًا بَعْدَما اسْتَحْوَذْتِ عَلَيْهِ كَأَنَّكِ تُسَحَّرِينَهُ.
وَخَيالِي الَّذِي أَصْبَحَ كِتابًا مُحْتَوَي أَوْراقِهِ أَنْتِ الَّتِي تَكْتُبِيهِ وَوُجُودُكِ يَفْرِضُ نَفْسَهُ دائماً فِي كُلَّ سُطُورِ شِعْرِي الَّذِي أُلْقِيهِ.
وَظَلَّ وَجْهُكِ يُلاحِقُنِي فِي كُلَّ مَكانٍ أَذْهَبُ إِلَيْهِ كَأَنَّكِ مَعِي تَدْخُلِينَهُ وَرائِحَتُكِ الَّتِي لا تُفارِقُنِي بَعْدَ رَحِيلِكِ عَنْ مَنْزِلِي الَّذِي تَأْتِينَهُ بِعَبَقِكِ فَتُعَطَّرِينَهُ.
وَصُورَةُ الْفَرحَةِ الَّتِي تَرْسُمِينَهَا فِي أَيّامِ عُمْرِي وَبِالسَّعَادَةِ تُلَوَّنِينَهُ
وَرَاحَتِي وَأَنَا أَضَعُ رَأْسِي بَيْنَ يَدَيْكِ وَشَعْرِي بِأَصَابِعِكِ تُدَاعِبِينَهُ.
وَشُعُورِي بِمَعْنَي الْأَمَانِ مُنْذُ دَخَلْتِ إِلَي حَيَاتِي فَأَظْهَرَتْيه الَّتِي كَانَتْ كَسَفِينَةٍ يَقُودُهَا قُبْطَانٌ فَقَدَ طَرِيقَهُ وَأَنْتِ ظَهَرتِ كَنُورِ فَنَارٍ لِتَرْشُدِيهِ.
فَقَدْ أَشْرَقْتِ فِي وِجْدَانِي كَشَمْسٍ سَطَعَتْ بِنُورِهَا فِي عَتْمَةِ اللَّيْلِ لِتَمْحُوَهُ فَأَتَيْتِنِي كَالْمَلَائِكَةِ لِتُنْقِذِي رُوحِي بَعْدَمَا أَثْقَلَهَا الْحُزْنُ وعنها تَرْفَعيهِ.
كُنْتِ كَالْمَاءِ لِشَجَرَةٍ يَتَسَاقَطُ وَرَقُهَا وَيَمُوتُ غُصْنُهَا فَسَقَيْتِهَا بِحُبَّكِ لِتُحْيِيَهُ وَأَثْمَرَ الْغُصْنُ أَجْمَلَ ثِمَارِهِ بِكُلَّ أَشْكَالِ الْهَوَي إِلَيْكِ لِتَجْنِيهِ.
وائل حسنين
Poem: {How I Loved Her}.
I have woven the cloak of longing with threads of love for you to wear,
And I loved you with a love that embraces the sky and the earth, beyond your imagination.
I gathered the most beautiful jewels and made a necklace for your neck to adorn me with,
And I picked the roses to cradle the strands of your hair when you lay it down.
For my passion is like a flood inside me, so intense that it is hard for me to contain,
It draws to you with desire like a wild horse rushing to you for you to stop it.
My body melts with its feelings when it touches your soft body, igniting it,
Becoming like wax between your arms, and with your tenderness, you dissolve it.
My limbs roar with its fire like the lava of a dormant volcano,
When it meets you, you erupt it, and kisses pour onto your lips for you to taste the honey I crave.
My senses rush with love like the waves of the sea striking the shore of your heart to calm it,
And the breaths of my chest run to you like a breeze of air coming for you to inhale.
And my heart, when it sees you, becomes like a child played with by its mother,
Held and embraced, beating with the rhythm of musical instruments to a beautiful melody that you play.
My eyes sparkle and shine like stars when they look at your beauty that you possess, and my mind constantly thinks of you after you have captivated it, as if you have enchanted it.
My imagination has become a book whose pages you write, and your presence always imposes itself in every line of my poetry that I recite.
Your face continues to follow me everywhere I go, as if you enter with me, and your scent, which never leaves me after you have left my home, comes with your fragrance and perfumes it.
The image of joy that you paint in the days of my life, and with happiness, you color it.
My comfort is when I lay my head in your hands and you caress my hair with your fingers.
My feeling of safety has existed since you entered my life, revealing it like a ship led by a captain who had lost his way, and you appeared as the light of a lighthouse to guide him.
You shone in my soul like a sun whose light rose in the darkness of the night to erase it, coming to me like an angel to save my spirit after it was burdened by sorrow, and you lifted it.
You were like water to a tree whose leaves fall and whose branch dies; you watered it with your love to revive it, and the branch bore its most beautiful fruits in all forms of love for you to harvest.
Wael Hassaneen

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