The Luzumiyat of Abu'l-Ala: Selected from his Luzum ma la Yalzam and Suct us-ZandAbu al-Ala al-Maarri
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The Luzumiyat of Abu'l-Ala: Selected from his Luzum ma la Yalzam and Suct us-Zand
Abu al-Ala al-Maarri
Arabic poetry -- Translations into English
THE LUZUMIYAT
OF
ABU'L-ALA
Selected from his
Luzum ma la Yalzam and Suct uz-Zand
and first rendered into English
By
AMEEN RIHANI
Author of
The Book of Khaled
(Second Edition)
NEW YORK
JAMES T. WHITE & CO.,
1920
TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS
EMIR FEISAL
IN WHOM ARE CENTRED
THE HOPES AND ASPIRATIONS
OF THE SYRIAN PEOPLE
FOR A UNITED SYRIA
THIS BOOK
IS DEDICATED
"His poems generally known as the Luzumiyat arrest attention by their
boldness and originality as well as by the sombre and earnest tone
which pervades them."--Raynold A. Nicholson: A History of the Arabs.
"Abu'l-Ala is a poet many centuries ahead of his time."--Von Kremer.
COPYRIGHTED 1918 BY
JAMES T. WHITE & CO.
TO ABU'L-ALA
In thy fountained peristyles of Reason
Glows the light and flame of desert noons;
And in the cloister of thy pensive Fancy
Wisdom burns the spikenard of her moons.
Closed by Fate the portals of the dwelling
Of thy sight, the light thus inward flowed;
And on the shoulders of the crouching Darkness
Thou hast risen to the highest road.
I have seen thee walking with Canopus
Through the stellar spaces of the night;
I have heard thee asking thy Companion,
"Where be now my staff, and where thy light?"
Abu'l-Ala, in the heaving darkness,
Didst thou not the whisperings hear of me?
In thy star-lit wilderness, my Brother,
Didst thou not a burdened shadow see?
I have walked and I have slept beside thee,
I have laughed and I have wept as well;
I have heard the voices of thy silence
Melting in thy Jannat and thy hell.
I remember, too, that once the Saki
Filled the antique cup and gave it thee;
Now, filled with the treasures of thy wisdom,
Thou dost pass that very cup to me.
By the God of thee, my Syrian Brother,
Which is best, the Saki's cup or thine?
Which the mystery divine uncovers--
If the cover covers aught divine.
And if it lies hid in the soul of silence
Like incense in the dust of ambergris,
Wouldst thou burn it to perfume the terror
Of the caverns of the dried-up seas?
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