{"id":6585,"date":"2011-07-19T02:53:58","date_gmt":"2011-07-19T06:53:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=6585"},"modified":"2011-07-19T02:53:58","modified_gmt":"2011-07-19T06:53:58","slug":"ibn-darradj-al-qastalli-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/ibn-darradj-al-qastalli-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Ibn Darradj al-Qastalli (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>From the DIWAN IFRIKIYA anthology, a poet of the early glorious days of al-Andalus (given the limits of blog formatting &amp; text width, the final layout will be slightly different to indicate the hemistiches of the original Arabic lines):<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Ibn Darradj al-Qastalli (\u2018Umar Ahmad ibn Muhammad ibn Ahmad ibn Sulayman ibn Darradj al-Qastalli)<\/strong> (958-1030)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Ode\u00a0 In praise of Kha\u00efran al-\u2018Amiri, Emir of Almeria (Extract)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>In the folds of the stranger\u2019s rags<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;many strange things are hidden<br \/>\nthings that have long before settled<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;in the depths of his hurt heart<br \/>\nkindling an old fire darkens<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;night despite its blaze \u2014<br \/>\nif the sea should dry up in the heat<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;he\u2019ll fill it again with disconsolate tears<br \/>\nand when the sea winds die down<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;low moans remind us of those we love<br \/>\nand will say \u2014 as the sea waves rise and fall<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;amid the immensity of dark misery:<br \/>\nWill we survive or will we have<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;but the sea as a grave and water as a shroud?<br \/>\nSuppose we spotted land from far away<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;shall we find refuge there and solace from old friends?<br \/>\nDeath took advantage of us being far from home<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;to beguile and seduce us.<br \/>\nThat homeland now out of reach has turned into rubble<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;under time\u2019s weight or injustice\u2019s swords<br \/>\nas old friends separated by distance<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;became death\u2019s friends, land and sea \u2014<br \/>\ntheir women mounted on wandering camels<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and roaming desert lands.<br \/>\nO Lord! What happened to their caravan?<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Are they now forced into exile on both land and sea?<br \/>\nLike orbiting planets they have become<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;though driven by reins &amp; bridles, anchors &amp; sails.<br \/>\nWhen the Maghribian land exiled me<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and dear friends rejected me<br \/>\nthe land of Iraq warmly welcomed me<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and the good news reached Khorassan.<br \/>\nThe land that banished me is a backward land<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;and the life that broke its word to me is a traitor!<br \/>\nPeace on brothers from a hopeless brother<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;I wish those times \u2013 when I had brothers \u2013 would return!<br \/>\nNo road would now take me to my wife\u2019s<br \/>\n&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;as separation and oblivion had erased all tracks!<\/p>\n<p><em>\u00a0&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Translated by Fetah Chenni &amp; P.J.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>(to be continued tomorrow, with another ode &amp; a commentary)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From the DIWAN IFRIKIYA anthology, a poet of the early glorious days of al-Andalus (given the limits of blog formatting &amp; text width, the final layout will be slightly different to indicate the hemistiches&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,91,103,1],"tags":[1022,1023,1021],"class_list":["post-6585","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-arab-culture","category-poetry","category-translation","category-uncategorized","tag-al-andalus","tag-diwan-ifrikiya","tag-ibn-darradj-al-qastalli"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6585","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6585"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6585\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6607,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6585\/revisions\/6607"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6585"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6585"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}