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83 83 A Mystical Zajal by al-Shushtarī ّ ‫ي‬ � � ‫ح‬ � ‫ى‬ � ‫�ق‬� ‫ب‬ �‫�ت‬� ‫ي‬ � � ‫ك‬ � �� ْ ‫ع‬ �‫م‬ �‫س‬��‫ا‬‫و‬�� ْ‫ش‬ ���‫ع‬ �‫و‬�� ْ‫ت‬ �‫�م‬‫و‬�� ّ ‫ي‬ � � ‫ل‬�� ‫�إ‬ ْ‫ن‬ �‫ك‬ � � �‫��س‬‫ا‬‫و‬�� ‫ع‬ ‫ج�ز‬ � � ‫ت‬ � ‫ا‬ � ‫ل‬ � � ‫و‬�� ْ ‫ر‬ ‫ف‬ � � � ‫س�ا‬�� ْ ‫ل‬� � ‫و‬�‫ص‬� � ‫ا‬ � ‫ل‬ � � ‫ا‬ ‫ض‬ �� � ‫ع‬ �‫ب‬ �� ‫ي‬ � � ّ‫ن‬�‫م‬� ْ ‫�ذ‬��‫�خ‬ �‫و‬�� ‫و‬� ‫ن‬ ��‫د‬‫ا‬ ْ ‫ل‬� � ‫و‬� ‫�ق‬�‫ن‬ �� ‫�ا‬‫�م‬ ‫�ف‬ � � ‫ي‬ � � ‫ن‬� ‫ق‬ � � � ّ ‫�ص�د‬ � ‫�ت‬� ‫ن‬ �‫�ا‬‫ك‬ � �� ‫ن‬ � ‫ �إ‬ ْ ‫ل‬� � ‫و‬�‫ص‬� �‫و‬�‫ل‬� � ‫ا‬ ‫ف‬ ��‫ي‬ �‫ك‬ � �� ‫ي‬ � � ‫ن‬�‫م‬� ‫ا‬� ‫ل‬�‫ئ‬ ��‫س�ا‬�� ‫�ا‬ ‫ي‬ �� sāfar wa-lā tajzaʿ wa-skun ʾilayy wa-mut wa-ʿish wa-smaʿ kay tabqa ḥayy yā sāʾilan minnī kayf al-wuṣūl ʾin kān tiṣaddaqnī fimā naqūl ʾadnū wa-khudh minnī baʿḍ al-ʾuṣūl274 Meter (non-classical): XLSLLL XLSL. Structure: RR ababab RR cdcdcd RR efefef RR ghgghh RR; some asmāṭ have internal rhyme (QRQR). The mystic and poet al-Shushtarī (ca. 610/1212–668/1269) was born in Shushtar (a village near Guadix, in Spain) and later moved to Egypt and Syria . His verse comprises poems in classical form, muwashshaḥāt, and zajals. A zajal is a strophic poem in the vernacular, or a mixture of vernacular and classical Arabic. It is usually simpler in structure than a muwashshaḥah, but often longer. It is probably older than the muwashshaḥah but surfaces later in written sources, no doubt because of its language. Like the muwashshaḥah it originated in Spain, where Ibn Quzmān (d. 555/1160) is the great master of the genre; like the muwashshaḥah it spread to the East. Al-Shushtarī was the first to make mystical zajals. For a secular zajal, see the poem by al-Ghayṭī, below, p.89. Travel and fear not; stay, dwell with me! Die, live, and hear, that you may stay alive. O you who ask me, “How does one arrive?” If you believe what I shall say, Come near and learn some rules from me. 84 84 84 84 Verse You will find happiness by joining me; Thereafter I’ll give you sweet medicine to drink. Look into your mirror and behold a miracle; Transcend your temporal conditions, banish doubts, For nothing will be veiled from your own self. And when your life turns pure, untroubled, a short while, You’ll see Existence, all spread out and folded up. Say to the censor he has suffered quite enough! If he would listen to his own advice He would take heed; but he has gone astray Swimming in seas of error, without knowing where: Such is he who sets sail with the sweet breeze of whims.275 Where is the one who’ll perish in his love for us And understands the meaning, from amongst our tribe?276 He’ll tell the one who sings to chant for us: “Naked I want to walk, the greatest thing, Just as, before, Ghaylān and Mayy once walked.”277 ...

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ISBN
9780814745113
Related ISBN
9780814770276
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OCLC
859687281
Pages
496
Launched on MUSE
2013-05-20
Language
English
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