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Aspects of Islamic Civilization
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A J Arberry
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Aspects of Islamic Civilization
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A J Arberry
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Originally published in 1964, this volume gathers together extracts from many of Arberry's best-known works and supplements them with a selection of previously unpublished translations. The material therefore presents a vivid picture of the richness and variety of Islamic civilization from its origins to the late twentieth century.
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Arabia Deserta
Muhammad, the Messenger of Allah, was born an Arab of the townâthe thriving commercial centre of Meccaâmember of a noble but impoverished family belonging to a powerful tribe which, though settled locally, had its roots and ramifications in the outspread desert. The language he spoke, and in which he later received his revelations, already prided itself upon a rich literature, largely if not wholly unwritten, consisting for the most part of formal odes.
âThe Arabian ode sets forth before us a series of pictures, drawn with confident skill and first-hand knowledge, of the life its maker lived, of the objects among which he moved, of his horse, his camel, the wild creatures of the wilderness, and of the landscape in the midst of which his life and theirs was set; but all, however loosely they seem to be bound together, are subordinate to one dominant idea, which is the poetâs unfolding of himself, his admirations and his hates, his prowess and the freedom of his spirit. . . . No poetry better fulfils Mr Matthew Arnoldâs definition of âa criticism of lifeâ; no race has more completely succeeded in drawing itself for all time, in its grandeur and its limitations, its best and its worst. It is in this sense that the poetry of the Pagan Arabs is most truly their history.â6
Of the very considerable volume of poetry transmitted from the desert bards of the sixth century and collected in writing by Arab scholars of the eighth, pride of first place belongs to seven odes, acclaimed the best work of their seven authors and known as the MuâallaqÄt. The selections of desert poetry which follows has been drawn from that anthology.7
Imr al-Qais âthe Wandering Kingâ
Halt, friends both! Let us weep, recalling a love and a longing
by the rim of the twisted sands between Ed-Dakhool and Haumal,
Toodih and El-MikrĂĄt, whose trace is not yet effaced
for all the spinning of the south winds and the northern blasts;
there, all about its yards, and away in the dry hollows
you may see the dung of antelopes spattered like peppercorns.
Upon the morn of separation, the day they loaded to part,
by the tribeâs acacias it was like I was splitting a colocynth;
there my companions halted their beasts awhile over me
saying, âDonât perish of sorrow; restrain yourself decently!â
Yet the true and only cure of my grief is tears outpoured:
what is there left to lean on where the trace is obliterated?
The poet recalls boastingly his amorous exploits which relieved the hard life of desert riding.
Oh yes, many a fine day Iâve dallied with the white ladies,
and especially I call to mind a day at DĂĄra Juljul,
and the day I slaughtered for the virgins my riding-beast
(and oh, how marvellous was the dividing of its loaded saddle),
and the virgins went on tossing its hacked flesh about
and the frilly fat like fringes of twisted silk. . . .
Ha, and a day on the back of the sand-hill she denied me
swearing a solemn oath that she should never, never be broken.
âGently now, FĂĄtima! A little less disdainful:
even if you intend to break with me, do it kindly.
If itâs some habit of mine thatâs so much vexed you
just draw off my garments from yours, and theyâll slip away.
Puffed-up it is itâs made you, that my love for youâs killing me
and that whatever you order my heart to do, it obeys.
Your eyes only shed those tears so as to strike and pierce
with those two shafts of theirs the fragments of a ruined heart.
Manyâs the fair veiled lady, whose tent few would think of seeking,
Iâve enjoyed sporting with, and not in a hurry either,
slipping past packs of watchmen to reach her, with a whole tribe
hankering after my blood, eager every man-jack to slay me,
what time the Pleiades showed themselves broadly in heaven
glittering like the folds of a womanâs bejewelled scarf.
I came, and already sheâd stripped off her garments for sleep
beside the tent-flap, all but a single flimsy slip;
and she cried, âGodâs oath, man, you wonât get away with this!
The follyâs not left you yet; I see youâre as feckless as ever.â
Out I brought her, and as she stepped she trailed behind us
to cover our footprints the skirt of an embroidered gown.
But when we had crossed the tribeâs enclosure, and dark about us
hung a convenient shallow intricately undulant,
I twisted her side-tresses to me, and she leaned over me;
slender-waisted she was, and tenderly plump her ankles,
shapely and taut her belly, white-fleshed, not the least flabby,
polished the lie of her breast-bones, smooth as a burnished mirror. . . .
Let the follies of other men forswear fond passion,
my heart forswears not, nor will forget the love I bear you.â
The ode concludes with a description of a storm seen in the desert, and its aftermath.
Friend, do you see yonder lightning? Look, there goes its glitter
flashing like two hands now in the heaped-up, crowned stormcloud.
Brilliantly it shinesâso flames the lamp of an anchorite
as he slops the oil over the twisted wick.
So with my companions I sat watching it between DĂĄrij
and El-Odheib, far-ranging my anxious gaze;
over Katan, so we guessed, hovered the right of its deluge,
its left dropping upon Es-SitĂĄr and further Yadhbul.
Then the cloud started loosing its torrent about Kutaifa
turning upon their beards the boles of the tall kanahbals;
over the hills of El-KanĂĄn swept its flying spray
sending the white wild goats hurtling down on all sides.
At Taima it left not one trunk of a date-tree standing,
not a solitary fort, save those buttressed with hard rocks;
and Thabeerâwhy, when the first onrush of its deluge came
Thabeer was a great chieftain wrapped in a striped jubba.
In the morning the topmost peak of El-Mujaimir
was a spindleâs whorl cluttered with all the scum of the torrent;
it had flung over the desert of El-Ghabeet its cargo
like a Yemeni merchant unpacking his laden bags.
In the morning the songbirds all along the broad valley
quaffed the choicest of sweet wines rich with spices;
the wild beasts at evening drowned in the furthest reaches
of the wide watercourse lay like drawn bulbs of wild onion.
áčŹarafa âWho Died Youngâ
The ode of áčŹarafa, who was executed in his twenties, is chiefly prized for a fine picture of a racing camel.
Ah, but when grief assails me, straightway I ride it off
mounted on my swift, lean-flanked camel, night and day racing,
sure-footed, like the planks of a litter; I urge her on
down the bright h...