The Mind
I wheedle, too, even like my slave Zeidun
Translated by Ameen Rihani (1918) · From The Luzumiyat of Abu'l-Ala (1918)
The Mind
I wheedle, too, even like my slave Zeidun,
Who robs at dawn his brother, and at noon
Prostrates himself in prayer--ah, let us pray
That Night might blot us and our sins, and soon.
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al-Ma'arri, Abu al-Ala. “I wheedle, too, even like my slave Zeidun.” Translated by Ameen Rihani. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/al-maarri/56/.
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al-Ma'arri, Abu al-Ala. “I wheedle, too, even like my slave Zeidun.” Translated by Ameen Rihani. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/al-maarri/56/.
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