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

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23.

 

the moon stole away with the night

leaving the day to the blazing heat of the sun

majnuun awakened to continue his journey

his drowning descent into the ocean of the desert

the sun proved not to be as good a companion

as the moon

its scorching radiance offered a brutal empathy

which left majnuun parched and delirious

mumbling incoherent lines of verse

to the light winds passing him by

 

yet he moved on

until, in the cooling dusk,

he came upon another desperate man

who, having captured a stag,

was about to spill its blood

madness was moved to mercy once again

 

majnuun charged forth yelling

“what bully of a man murders the innocent

what crime did he commit against you

that you would make his mate a widow,

his children bastards

left to mourn in agony

until death reunites them in a better world,

one without murderers

has your life succumbed to such cruelty”

 

“if you wish to save his life

purchase him for what i would gain at market”

 

empty-handed

majnuun removed the sheath and sword

from around his waist

a silver ring from his sweaty left hand

and the last remaining necklace

the desert had not yet stolen from his neck

he threw these at the feet of the man

and asked

“is this enough”

the man grabbed the items and ran off

leaving the stag tangled in ropes

 

majnuun kneeled beside the frightened creature

caressing its head with a gentle touch

“is there only kindness among

those bearing separation from their beloved

has pain become the precursor to compassion,

intense loss a harbinger to consideration”

loosening the ropes, he continued,

“flee, my friend

and if fate grants you the boon

of being with your beloved

treasure her with unyielding appreciation

may the sighs of your reunion

be paid for by the tears of my loneliness

may you bask in love

protected by the merits of my suffering”

 

with that,

the stag sprinted into the distance

without looking back

majnuun remained on his knees

holding the rope, staring at the sky

bearing witness as the hues of dusk

melted into the black-blue tarp of night

an endless face

freckled with dots of illumination

scattered in sporadic formations

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