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THE BLACK MOONBy Yusra Al-Ayoubi |
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Nostalgic Poems The Black Moon |
THE BLACK MOONOnce upon a time There was a noble man Who went to Sudan Where he married a woman Called Mourjan She was the daughter Of a sheikh The ruler of Sudan When he was ordered By the Sultan To return to Lebanon He took with him his daughter To live with his family and mother The girl grew to be a lovely woman Her gait was wonderful As a gazelle she strayed Her laugh was music To show her teeth as diamond When she was naked in the Turkish bath All women wished to have her perfect body But no mother wanted her to be Her daughter in law How foolish are mothers Not to see the hidden beauty Under the shadow which inflames Man But she was veiled from the sight of any man How many times she was followed By young men who praised her By sweet parols that shine Once a poet with his friends Followed her in many twisted roads To know her identity When she took off her glove To open the door, he was astonished To see a black hand! “If we knew you were black, Said one of his friends, We did not bother to follow you striding, On many roads!” She lifted her veil The poet was thunder struck By the fever of love from the first sight Her face haunted him day and night In his poems she was the black moon! His fever never calmed soon But when married the black moon! He lived with her in great happiness Pleased his fleshly and ethereal desires! Gratified in her beauties, her warm heart and caresses A free mind, a golden heart, a fervent love A rock of all affections and love She begot him seven sons Who surpassed their parents In intelligence, beauty and fervent hearts One became journalist Another a doctor One a famous poet, criticizing the Sultan Another an assistant to the Sultan One a liberator Another was killed in the prison of the Sultan The seventh ascended To the throne of the Sultan In his time the moon brightly shone! |
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