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

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37.

 

when the soil of the earth

and its expanse

continually deny fulfillment

lovers throughout the ages

have looked to the heavens for hope

although the empty-handed sky

rarely delivers fulfillment

it refrains from preventing lovers

from projecting their hopes

upon the celestial symbols

that paint the sky

 

many were the night prayers

majnuun sung to the moon

whether full

or shrouded in its shadowed veils

he sung spontaneous lullabies to all the planets

petitioning them to draw to sleep

all the earthly forces and obstacles

that kept him from being with layla

the stars were too countless

for him to keep a good account

of how many he recited odes and psalms to

and when the night clouds

covered the speckled blanket of lights

he offered his petitions to the deep darkness

“layla is the darkest of the midnight dark

for if just a glimpse of her light escaped

the entire universe it would illuminate

with a brilliance that blinds all sight

 

yet two of the distant orbs

received the lion’s share of his pleas

whether due to the folklore traditions

or a crazed lover’s superstition

“oh mother venus,

again sight of thy glorious sparkle i catch

a candle upon the hill

for lovers drowning in valleys of despair

even thy distance is intimacy

because of the purity of thy sympathy

a kiss thy twinkle is

that sustains my challenged ambitions

although this war wages on

between passion and despondency

thine intercession is always peace

for who better than thou

knows the travails of lovers’ confessions

and how our pains to alleviate

even if still our sought treasure we are denied

 

“oh resplendent jupiter,

the trusted friend of all sovereigns,

earthly and beyond

all prosperity and grace

which manifest in this universe

first through thy storehouse flow

to be delivered through thy gates

such is the greatest of all thy powers

and invites the paucity of my prayers

 

“oh great jupiter,

how much longer must this pauper lover

hold the begging bowl to plead for thy grace

how many more moans must be the bread

to sate my love’s starvation

how many more tears must i drink

to quench a thirst still not satisfied

with thou layeth the prosperity of fulfillment

deny me no more, o wealthy one

if thou art true, as i trust thou to be

please reward my lover’s faith

for the stories of old say

thou never break a promise proclaimed

and among these promises, they say

is the one to deliver

to the beggars of love

love’s charity

mine empty hand awaits benefaction

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