Nabati Poetry : The Oral Poetry of Arbia
تاريخ النشر: 01/01/2022
الناشر: دار مدارك للنشر
مدة التأمين: يتوفر عادة في غضون أسبوعين
نبذة الناشر:My heart is set ablaze by anxieties; it simmers as if on glowing embers
Oh, treacherous fate, how quick it turns! My happy days suddenly changed to adversity
was so far ahead of misfortune before, but now it tramples upon me with ...its shod hooves
used to wear a badge of distinction, and led the troops astride a noble steed
When enemy horsemen attacked, I was the first to meet them and cover the retreat of my kinsmen
But today, I have no mount on which to carry my baggage
how shameful! I have been humbled and subdued
how painful is misfortune! Gone are the glorious days
have often asked, where is my son, who spills the red blood of the enemy
have often wondered, where is my beloved son
Enemy horses flee when they hear his thunderous voice; he terrifies the mares on the battlefield
He chases them like an eagle; vultures dine on the flesh of his enemies
From Chapter III, “Poetry in the Desert” a nineteenth century tribal chief laments the passing of his glorious days إقرأ المزيد