Arabian romantic : poems on bedouin life and love / ʻAbdallah ibn Sbayyil ; edited and translated by Marcel Kurpershoek.
Love poems from late nineteenth-century Arabia Arabian Romantic captures what it was like to live in central Arabia before the imposition of austere norms by the Wahhabi authorities in the early twentieth century: tales of robbery and hot pursuit; perilous desert crossings; scenes of exhaustion and chaos when water is raised from deep wells under harsh conditions; the distress of wounded and worn-out animals on the brink of perdition; once proud warriors who are at the mercy of their enemy on the field of battle. Such images lend poignancy to the suffering of the poet's love-stricken heart, while also painting a vivid portrait of typical Bedouin life. Ibn Sbayyil (ca. 1853-1933), a town dweller from the Najd region of the Arabian Peninsula, was a key figure in the Nabati poetic tradition. His poetry, which is still recited today, broke with the artifice of the preceding generation by combining inherited idiom and original touches reflecting his environment. Translated into English for the first time by Marcel Kurpershoek, Arabian Romantic will delight readers with a poetry that is direct, fluent, and expressive, and that has entertained Arabic speakers for over a century.
Record details
- ISBN: 9781479866861
- ISBN: 1479866865
- ISBN: 9781479845415
- ISBN: 1479845418
- Physical Description: 1 online resource
- Publisher: New York : New York University Press, 2018.
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Bibliography, etc. Note: | Includes bibliographical references and index. |
Formatted Contents Note: | Intro; Letter from the General Editor; Introduction; Map: Northern Central Arabia; A Note on the Text; Notes to the Introduction; Arabian Romantic; 1: God, You saved Job from his predicament; 2: Why rejoice at their summering near our wells?; 3: My eyes, where are the loved ones you hold so dear?; 4: Zēd, first you smiled, now you turn away from me; 5: Come, messenger, fetch your mount; 6: Moralizers! Do not put my heart to the test!; 7: Yesterday I was in throes of tears and sobs; 8: Darling, if I come, mind the enemy; 9: Lord, people bow in worship to win Your favor 10: I beseech You, God, and You alone11: The things of this world can't be gotten by mere tricks; 12: I supplicate You to smooth my path, God; 13: I can't blame a soul who abstains from food; 14.1: Rider who sets out with nine hundred mounts (Fayḥān ibn Zirībān); 14.2: Rider setting out on a Ṣayʻar camel mount; 15: If you drink to lift your spirits, connoisseur; 16.1: Rider of camels at breakneck speed (Fayḥān ibn Zirībān); 16.2: When clouds roll in, the rain starts with a drizzle; 17.1: May God whiten the face of Ṭāmi ibn Gidrān (Masʻūd Āl Masʻūd); 17.2: Riders of smooth, fast camels 18: Almighty God! My heart is pulled from its roots19: Separation tore us apart and left me wistful with desire; 20: God help me with this flood of tears; 21: Servant of God, weigh your thoughts with care; 22: My heart strains like a small herd of camels; 23: First, the name of God in all of the world's affairs; 24: Dhʻār, in the full year that has passed today; 25: I sing these verses, warbling on a high dune; 26: Poor heart abandoned by its wits; 27.1: Pity eyelids that do not close at night (Ibn Zirībān); 27.2: Camel rider with ten mounts chosen for speed 28: A sudden shock upset me, slashed my insides29: My heart is being bent like a bow by a craftsman; 30: Hey Sinʻūs, what is this leisurely pace!; 31: Leave off, you players of love's game, leave off!; 32: May it not rain on late-summer nights; 33: My heart is wracked like the hearts of rustlers; 34: My heart strains like camels driven hard by rustlers; 35: Why, my eye, have you tortured me with love?; 36: You are privy, God, to the deepest secrets; 37: I climbed to the lookout, a peak marked by cairn; 38: Blessed is the blasé heart--one that lacks for nothing 39: I groan like a warrior felled by a blade40: As the camel train disappeared over the spur of Abānāt; 41: Hey what's-your-name, give me the stuff that revives me; 42.1: I moan like a man whose leg is tied with Mishānīṭ straps (Muṭawwaʻ Nifī); 42.2: The Muṭawwaʻ is all fakery and tawdry nonsense; 42.3: I compose my verses to rhyme in ṭāʼ (Muṭawwaʻ Nifī); 42.4: Muṭawwaʻ, may your deepest secret be exposed; 42.5: What now, little fat-assed ʻAbdallah (Muṭawwaʻ Nifī); 42.6: Dghēlīb offered a price for Muṭawwaʻ's mortar (Muṭawwaʻ Nifī); 42.7: Riders on camels, gray from grueling marches |
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Subject: | Arabic poetry > 20th century. |
Genre: | Arabic poetry. Love poetry. |