From the pen of Ibn Zaydun...
God has sent showers upon the abandoned dwelling places of those we loved. He has woven upon them a striped, many colored garment of flowers, and raised among them a flower like a star. How many girls like images trailed their garments among such flowers, when life was fresh and time was at our service... How happy they were, those days that have passed, days of pleasure, when we lived with those who had black, flowing hair and white shoulders... Now say to Destiny whose favors have vanished - favors i have lamented as the nights have passed - how faintly its breeze has touched me in my evening. but for him who walks in the night the stars still shine: greetings to you, Cordoba, with love and longing.
Ahmed ibn Abd Allah ibn Zaydun, Diwan, ed. K. al - Bustani (Beirut, 1951).
Ibn Zaydun was born in 1003 in Cordoba, Andalus. His poems about his childhood, birthplace, and Wallada, a Umayyad princess, were very popular because of his personal and unique style.
~ Peace till next time...MoCo
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