Poem for an anonymous Moorish Poet on the defeat at Seville November 1248


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We have eaten rats during this seige

These 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 lights like lamps to one travelling in the dark.

The nearness of death makes one wake up, notice a sparkling jewel,
A pearl from the deeps of a distant ocean that blesses with its presence

The rarity of dreams astounds me

With a passion that is large and does not fade

Hearts beat in harmony :
Tears come down like rain;
The body wracked by childbirth and war

She loves me, just the same.;
Indifference breaks hearts:
Stars burn in your eyes,
In the depth of night

There is no disguise.

She loves her garden,
Spreads perfume, colour

And all is as summer dictates,
Mirroring my state of mind;
Desire might extinguish me.

Man, you must wait for a woman

Sometimes for a whole lifetime

Or longer still - far and distant -

The world is sick of feeble injustice -

Heaven knows. We must help each other

Die before the walls fall.

All will be as Allah dictates.


◄ For when I am weak, then am I strong



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