The defeat at Seville November 1248

 

Photo by ORNELLA BINNI on Unsplash

 

We have eaten rats during this siege

The Goths want us acquiesce to Christian suzerainty.

They never tell us why we should do so

We have our music, poetry, wine, gardens and our beautiful women.

And beauty gives light like lamps to one travelling in the dark.

Makes one wake up, notice a spark, a jewel
A pearl from the deeps of a distant ocean

The rarity of dreams: creates a passion

That is large and does not fade

Hearts beat in harmony :
Mine and my lover;
 Her body wracked by childbirth, mine by war;
 Christian indifference to beauty breaks my lover’s heart:
 Stars burn in her eyes,
 In the depth of night

She loves her garden,
Spreads perfume, colour, texture, glaze

All is as seasons dictate,
 Mirroring my state of mind;
 Desire might extinguish me.

You must wait for a woman

Sometimes for a whole lifetime

Or for longer still 

The world is sick of Christian hypocrisy-

Heaven knows. We must help each other

To die before the walls fall.

Moorish Seville

◄ SUTTEE

Easter Sunday in Nineveh, Iraq ►

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