The Tinder Spark | Abul ʿAla Al-Maʿarri, 973 - 1057

 'The Tinder Spark', A Collection of Poetry by Abu Al-'Ala Al-Ma'arri (d.1058 AD), Syria, dated 700 AH / 1300 AD


The Body is Your Vase

The body, which gives you during life a form,
Is but your vase: be not deceived, my soul!
Cheap is the bowl for storing honey in,
But precious for the contents of the bowl.



Truth Hides Her Face

Experience nests in thickets of close shade,
Who gives his mind and life may hunt it down.
How many months and years have I outstayed!
And yet, I think myself a fool and clown.

And falsehood like a star all naked stands,
But truth still hides her face in hood and veil.
Is there no ship or shore my outstretched hands
May grasp, to save me from this malicious sea?



Time and Space

Two fates still hold us fast,
A future and a past;
Two vessels' vast embrace
Surrounds us—time and space.

And when we ask what end
Our maker did intend,
Some answering voice is heard
That utters no plain word.



Life's Short Thread

When I would string the pearls of my desire,
Alas, life's too short thread denies them room.
Huge volumes cannot yet contain entire
Man's hope; his life is but a summary of doom.



Abul ʿAla Al-Maʿarri. 973–1057 

blind Arab philosopher, poet, and writer. Born in modern-day Maarrat al-Nuʿman, Syria.

Studies in Islamic Poetry,  Reynold A. Nicholson, Cambridge 1921


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Your presence here is still like rain; Fresh, cool and peaceful
Now, even behind the walls I built to avoid loving you
 
Spring outside, bird singing in the garden
My garden is cold, one by one with all the flowers
 
It's raining ... It's raining ...
It's raining ... It's raining ...
 
My heart misses my orange, the green angel of my sorrowful heart
Forgive me, I'il bring you whatever you want.
 
Sweet darling, life is good and pleasant
The scent is all of this big and small grief and joy.
 
Oh time, oh time
Who's turning your carousel?
 
Your presence here is still like rain; Fresh, cool and peaceful
Now, even behind the walls I built to avoid loving you
 
Honey, dear, our story isn't over.
Who knows what our destiny is from now on?
 
It's raining ... It's raining ...
It's raining ... It's raining ...



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