Diwan al-Layla wal-Majnuun: a poetic tale of love by nashid fareed-ma'at - HTML preview

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19.

 

in the midnight hour

nawfal sat upon his throne

alone

in the darkness

with only the light of the moon

sharing his company

until a torrid odor

embraced him

 

he knew immediately

who had entered the room

 

“will you not change those clothes

and bathe

the stench has become intolerable”

 

“i will not

you know what is more intolerable

your claim of friendship

is your promise broken or long overdue

for if this is the summation of your will

the full moon’s light is a beautiful escort

for my return to the wilderness”

 

there was a silence

majnuun began to walk around the throne

encircling it with despair

and piercing words

 

“i am amazed by your remarkable ability

to unite lovers with their beloved

a bloody battlefield strewn with corpses

men meeting the sunset of that day

maimed and forever scarred

yet do i behold layla’s hand

within the warmth of mine

or instead do regrets and emptiness

coax my empty grasp

 

“this is surely what i desired

that those i hoped to become my family

are now even more my enemies

filled with even more rage for me than before

and layla

crying and mourning

her clan kissed repeatedly by death

and her affections for me

perhaps turned by her deep sorrow

the road to our union

is now barred by a thousand more graves

a thousand more hatreds toward me

these thousands added to the thousands of barriers

already impeding my union with her

 

“so when i say our friendship is over

do not blame the enemy

it is my so-called friend

who slit the jugular vein of our shallow intimacy

a pitiful imitation of camaraderie

i am choked by the very hand that fed me the food

which broke the fast of my starvation

it is your generosity

which has placed me in such debt

that i am now the lowest

of the lowliest of desperate beggars

 

“thank you so much,

oh great nawfal”

 

the circle was broken

as the stinking corpse started toward the door

but it paused as nawfal spoke

“give me ear

as i have been audience

to your cruel words

 

“although i cannot fault your intensity

i have reason to encourage your patience

in my rush to fight for your cause

i was heedless

i went ill-prepared with not enough men

that mistake is being corrected even as we speak

i have already sent emissaries

to clans from madiinah to baghdaad

to hire them out as warriors

at a cost that is no small portion of my wealth

 

“i may have offered the enemy peace

but my fingers are still at war

i may seem to be at rest this very moment

but within,

i am active with anger

 

“i will avenge the death of every man of mine

who died on that battlefield

i will extinguish regret from my every soldier

who lost even a drop of blood,

a scratch of skin,

a chip of their fingernail

in that struggle

 

“and for you

i will deliver the prize i promised

i will win layla

for the friend who has already discarded me

as his friend”

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