The Poem Of Imru al Qays (Imru al Qays ibn Hujr Poems)
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
There was a king in China.He sat in a garden under a moon of goldwhile a black slave scratched his ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes lingeron eyes: thus begins the record of ourhearts. It is the moonlit night of March;the ...
He said, "Don't sleep. Drink old winewith myrrh and lilies, henna and aloes,in an orchard of pomegranates, palm, and vinesfull ...
What do you sell O ye merchants ?Richly your wares are displayed.Turbans of crimson and silver,Tunics of purple brocade,Mirrors with ...
Spain! You are the trustee of the Muslimblood:In my eyes you are sanctified like the Harem.Prints of prostration lie hidden ...
In henna I have dyed my hands, When will he come ?I die, while he roams distant lands, My heart is numb!O, ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
At Bethlehem upon the hill, The day was done, the night was nigh,The dusk was deep and had its will,The ...
Down in the bazaar of the CobblersWhere the stitcher of shoes doth lie,Was the Haschish den of Kaleef,A dog with ...
The wall has grown all black, upto the circling roof.Roads are empty, travellers all gone. Once againMy night begins to ...
Translated From the Arabic of Hefny-bey-Nassif (contemporary) Her hand tinted to gold with hennaGave me a cup of wine like ...
Beyond the narrows of the Inner Hebrides We sailed the cold angry sea toward Barra, where Heaval mountain Lifts like ...
August 6, 1916.-Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) .but I was ...
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
Hands cling to hands and eyes linger on eyes: thus begins the record of our hearts. It is the moonlit ...
Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan Of tan with henna hackles, halt! Damned universal cock, as if the sun Was ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Too soon you wearied of our tears. And then you danced with spangled feet, Leading Belshazzar's chattering court A-tinkling through ...
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