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Thank you, Ugly Duckling! Thank you, Rebekah
tr. by David Larsen at 8:51 AM
Labels: Announcements , Cat poems
We are informed by Tha‘lab that Ibn al-A‘rābī said: "Shams, Ashmus, and Shumūs are all said for the sun, as in the rajaz verse:
It was a day of solar oppression by Shumūs.
A similar instance [of the sun's name without the definite article] is in the verse by Abu 'l-Shīṣ (meter: ramal):
Just when the night's shadow is most pleasant,
Shams comes up and shade dissolves."
We are informed by Tha‘lab, on the authority of Salama ibn ‘Āṣim, that al-Farrā’ said: "The sun is called Dhukā’ ('Flammifera') and Bint Dhukā’ ('Daughter of Flammifera'). This name is indeclinable. It comes from dhakā yadhkū, a verb used of flames that burn high. And Ibn Dhukā’ ('Son of Flammifera') is a byname of the dawn." And he quoted the verse (meter: kāmil):
[The ostriches'] thoughts return to their their egg-deposit
when Dhukā’ stretches out her hand for the [night's] covers."
[....] We are informed by Tha‘lab that Ibn al-A‘rābī said: "The sun is called al-Jawna ('The Glowing Disk'), as in the rajaz verses:
Serve no milk, neither sour nor fresh,
that was not given in abundance,
[enough] to spread a pool for the clay to drink.
Even where al-Jawna hastens evaporation,
traces of the milk should last til nightfall.
Or the half-verse (meter: sarī‘):
...like a crafty [wolf] watching al-Jawna [go down].
"Jawn is white and black," he went on to say. "In the dialect of Quḍā‘a it is white, but for neighboring tribes it's black. Jawn can also be red."
[....] Tha‘lab said: "Al-Ulāha ('The Mighty Goddess') is the hot sun." And he reported that Ibn al-A‘rābī said: "Al-Ulāha, al-Ilāha and al-Alāha are names of the sun, and so is al-Hāla ('The Corona'), as in the verse (meter: ṭawīl):
Quick to startle [is my stallion! Head held high], like a child of Hāla,
[my horse] lives not by steady equanimity of mind.
"Al-Ḑiḥḥ ('The Glare') also is the sun," he went on to say. "Sahām are filaments of 'devil's mucus' [cobwebs encrusted with dust] that catch the sun. The iyāh of the sun is its brilliance, as are its iya’ and ayā’. And the iya’ of herbage is its lushness." And he recited the half-verse (meter: basīṭ):
The iya’ [of lush grass] met the iya’ of the sun, and together
the two were shining.
We are informed by Tha‘lab, on the authority of the son of Abū ‘Āmir al-Shaybānī, that Abū ‘Āmir said: "The 'tapering' [taṭarruf] of the sun comes just before it sinks below the horizon, as in the rajaz verse:
At the tapering of al-Shams's horn, he said his prayer."
Someone other than Tha‘lab points out that the sun is called al-Ghazāla ('The Gazelle') [perhaps explaining why the sun is said to have "horns"]. Others say that the sun's brightness and its spreading rays are called ‘ab’ or ‘ab. "The sun is pounding with its ṣalā’a," is said by another [to mean "The sun shines brightly"]: the ṣalā’a is a chemist's grindstone, used in the preparation of perfumes.
We are informed by Tha‘lab, on the authority of Salama ibn ‘Āṣim, that al-Farrā’ said: "A hot day is said to be shāmis and mashmūs ('sunny' and 'besunned'). The sun's uwār is its heat. The verbs zabba, zabbaba and azabba ('to hide beneath hair') are said of the sun's setting, as are ḍarra‘a and aḍra‘a ('to inch along') and karaba ('to succumb to fatigue')."
We are informed by Tha‘lab, on the authority of ‘Alī the son of Ṣāliḥ whose office it was to preserve the Prophet's prayer-mat, that al-Kisā’ī said: "Al-Ghazāla is said for the bright disk of the sun. 'Al-Ghazāla's horn is coming up,' one says [at sunrise]." And we are informed by Tha‘lab, on the authority of Ibn Najda, that Abū Zayd al-Anṣārī said: "The 'gazelles of forenoon' is an expression for the day's rising," and that he recited the rajaz verses:
"Who loves night travel in the frigid season?"
asks the tribe. "Is there a young hero we can call on,
one whose strength is neither faint nor ragged,
to set the tribe moving with the gazelles of forenoon?"
We are informed by Tha‘lab on the authority of Ibn al-A‘rābī that the circle that sometimes forms around the sun is called al-ihrāt. As for al-falak, it is an 'orbit' around the heavens' axis. God, be He exalted, says [in Sūrat al-Anbiyā’ 21:33]: 'All are in a falak swimming.'" According to another authority cited by Tha‘lab, where sunlight strikes trees and the ground it is called maḍḥāh and ḍāḥiya, and where it does not strike them it is called maqnāh and maqnuwa. And he recited the verse (meter: ṭawīl):
We came upon him in the sunless maqnuwa, where
a teak-grove cast its decorous veil over al-Shams.
Another authority attests the verse (meter: ṭawīl):
Herbage grows thin on one side of the mountain. On the other side,
it is lush. The overcast light of day lands on both sides.
From The Book of Day and Night in [the Arabic] Language by Abū ‘Umar
Muḥammad ibn ‘Abd al-Wāḥid al-Muṭarriz al-Zāhid, better known as Ghulām Tha‘lab
tr. by David Larsen at 10:05 AM
Labels: Arabic lexicography
From a terracotta stamnos (ca. 470-60 BCE) attributed to the
Deepdene Painter, Metropolitan Museum of Art (41.162.20a, b).
The heretic Basilides came out after [Simon Magus and the gnostic teachers Menander and Saturninus], saying that the high god - the creator of Mind (Greek nous), whenceforth the Word - was called ABRAXAS. In him [said Basilides] do providence, virtue and knowledge have their origin, out of which the principalities and powers and angels were made - infinite processions of angels, who streamed forth and set up the world and its 365 heavens in honor of ABRAXAS (this number being contained in the alphanumeric computation of the name). Among the last of these angels, now made makers of the world, he ranked the god of the Jews (God, that is, of the Law and the Prophets) as a latecomer, saying he was no god at all but an angel who was dealt the seed of Abraham as his portion, and spirited the children of Israel to Canaan out of Egypt land. This angel [Basilides said] was of a more violent temper than the others, and frequently engaged in stirring up wars and rebellions, even spilling human blood. Albeit a creator of the world, he was not the engenderer of Christ, who was sent by ABRAXAS in the form of a phantom without carnal substance. [Phantom Jesus] underwent no passion before the Jews, but Simon [of Cyrene] was crucified in his place. There was therefore to be no religious belief in a crucified figure, lest that belief be placed in Simon. Martyrdom was a disqualifying circumstance. The doctrine of resurrection of the flesh he rejected in the gravest terms, denying that salvation was ever promised to corpses.
Pseudo-Tertullian, Against all heresies I.5
tr. by David Larsen at 11:10 PM
Labels: Latin prose
I pray that my impieties go unindicted by Your wrath
when there goes before the Lord a timely fire,
and all at once the ground is seized and burns in darkness,
and a brilliant, fiery wind parts the high canopies
of the forests of a world gripped by general cremation.
The shallows of the ocean are driven up in steam by the
all-parching storm,
and its whirling depths feed [gasses to] the flame
belched at the ocean's surface to fuel the living pyre.
Brimstone rivers pipe with vapors whippped to the quick
by a boiling blast whose strength is unabating.
The sea, the earth, the pole of heaven all make one furnace,
and the high ground melts away, and the chained mountains
are torched
into titanic embers. The flocks of beasts and birds and men,
and whatever else the eons have to show as they slip away,
in one instant heaven's flaming summit takes into its folds.
With fiery coals, the sweltering inferno pelts the cities,
immolating the apartmented quarters together with
the royal palaces. Lofty roofs with panes of metal
high upraised
are smelted, their upright piles oppressed by [drifting] ash.
The lightning teems in crossed bolts of lightning
as huge crags are brought to earth with their tops blazing.
The sky is red, and strobes with glaring beams,
and the winds themselves catch fire and blow brightly.
Hard Aetna, long unmoved by its own flames,
melts away. Its masses unmade, hard Aetna
dissolves and runs liquid, wet as wax.
Then all the elements will be one furnace,
and the world will be a funeral mound heaped over
its own cadaver.
Yet no matter how dire the guts of the fire's raging
with acute terrors menacing the population,
we still persist in behaviors that are depraved.
As when lightning erupts from the sky's eastern reaches
and makes its way to the western quarter in one easy bolt,
such will be the coming of the Lord when He comes to earth.
Verecundus of Junca, Of Penitential Satisfaction, 152-86.
tr. by David Larsen at 9:30 AM
Labels: Latin poetry
Poets are the princes of discourse. They may elide glottal stops at the ends of words, but they do not add them where glottal stops are lacking. They accelerate and defer, they employ mimicry and allegory, they misappropriate [choice phrases] and lend them out, and so too are their metaphors coined and borrowed. They do not drop desinential inflections in the way of everyday speech, nor do they mangle words past correct usage. The claim that poets may go against [any and all] norms of morphology and syntax for the sake of meter is a senseless claim.
Senseless too is the hemistich [no. 164, meter: wāfir]:
A-lam ya’tīka wa-'l-anbā’u tamnī
"Does it not reaches you, when the news comes..."
Although [the metri gratia lengthening of a "weak" verb's jussive-case end vowel may be poetically] admissible, it is nevertheless an error and a flaw. It is as bad as saying [meter: sarī‘]:
Lammā jafā ikhwānuhu muṣ‘aban
"When his brothers scorn a chief..."
viz., "When a chief is scorned by his brothers..."
And [meter: ṭawīl]:
Qifā ‘inda mimmā ta‘rifāni rubū‘u
"Halt, [my two companions,] where among the things recognizable
to you are inhabited sites."
God did not make the poets infallible, nor exempt them from flaws and errors. What is acceptable is what is correct, and everything forbidden by the Arabic language and its principles is to be rejected. When poets wish to say something that does not occur to them in accordance with their poem's meter, they must come up with a substitute fit to take its place without compression or prolixity, and without indulging in vulgar speech or outright error. A poet might say [like Ru’ba ibn al-‘Ajjāj (line 56), meter: rajaz]:
...[happy] as a bee awash in the sweet spittle
to mean "honey." Or a poet might say [like Labīd ibn Rabī‘a (bottom line), meter: kāmil]:
...like the camel-stallion you tarred with a clinging clod
What the poet means is that he tarred the camel with tar, but it was necessary for him to stretch [the meaning to fit the line]. Al-A‘shā does something similar when he says [line 69, meter: basīṭ]:
When your party rides, then horseback riding is what we do.
And if your party comes to a halt, then we are a halting party.
His meaning is: "We ride when you ride, and we halt when you halt," but in order for it to come out right he had to dilate upon it. There is also what [Yazīd ibn al-Ṭathriyya] says [meter: ṭawīl]:
And as long as you dwell in the Najd, [I'll say:] "O Beloved Najd!"
What he means is: "I'll dwell in the Najd as long as you dwell there." But he stretches the idea to bring the verse in line [with demands of rhyme and meter].
My father, Fāris ibn Zakariyā, said: Abū ‘Abd Allāh Muḥammad ibn Sa‘dān, the grammarian of Hamadhan, said: Abū Naṣr al-Bāhilī, the companion of al-Aṣma‘ī, recited [lines 2,3 and 5 of Yazīd's poem] to me thus [meter: ṭawīl]:
I have gratified, for the ladies, with one exception, my erotic longing.
For Dhalfā’ I did not bring it to completion, yet.
To the hill of [our] two encampments, [I say] across the distance:
"Long many you live, O hill!" when thunder lets loose above it.
[And to Dhalfā’:] If you leave the Najd behind, then I'll leave it too,
and everyone who is in it.
And as long as you dwell in the Najd, [I'll say:] "O Beloved Najd!"
The poetic record presents other such cases where poets go wrong. I talk about this in my book of poetry criticism, The Book of the Mighty Blue [Sea] (= Condemnation of Mistakes in Poetry ?).
Last chapter of The Statutes of Language for al-Ṣāḥib ibn 'Abbād
by Abu 'l-Ḥusayn Aḥmad ibn Fāris
To you, O powerful herbs, this is my prayer,
and to the parent who gifted all of you
to all [of us], her majesty the engendering Earth.
Unto you she willed her majesty,
and curative remedies to be of use
and dependable help to every kind of person.
I am a suppliant. This is my plea. Come swiftly
with your potencies to this place! For she
who begat [you] gave me leave to harvest you,
and he to whom the healer's art was given
also approves. With kindly remedy
support well-being's cause, to the maximum
capacity of your powers. Grace me with them, I pray,
so that whatever I make of you,
or whomever I may treat, you take effect quickly
and lead to beneficial results. [I pray] that I
always be licensed to harvest you............
and give thanks to you, and credit you with the outcome,
in the name of the Mother who commanded you to be born.
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Labels: Latin poetry
Abu 'l-Faraj al-Isbahani (d. 967 CE), author of The Book of Songs, complained of mice and described a cat (meter: khafīf):
On deadly watchmen with arching backs I call for aid
against a host with tiny teeth and whiplike tails.
Created for malevolence, nastiness and ruin,
their degradation dates back to Creation itself.
The holes they bore in ceilings, walls and floors
are as galling as bodily ulcers.
Anything comestible, they consume it.
Nothing drinkable is safe.
And they know all about gnawing clothes.
My heart is pitted by the holes they gnaw.
What brings my anguish to a pause has Turkish whiskers
and a blue coat with leopard spots.
In make and manners he is a lion of the thicket.
A lion of the thicket! think all who spy him.
Into corners of the room and along the ceiling,
his gaze is fixed on every [mouse’s] door.
He keeps his claws in scabbards, up until
the landing of his pounce upon the prey.
When he voids himself, it is in private.
None know where it happens but the dirt.
Some folks play dress-up games with him, put jewelry
on him, and with henna dye him first and last.
Sometimes he struts in bridegroom’s finery,
other times they doll him like a bride.
Such a lovable companion! and worthy as a friend
above the common run of friendship, and beyond it.
From The Merits of the Housecat by Jalal al-Din al-Suyuti
tr. by David Larsen at 1:48 PM
Labels: Arabic poetry , Cat poems
As an abundant quantity of water is called ghamr ("ample"), so is a horse devoted to running. As a swift-running watercourse is called ya‘būb ("rushing"), so is a swift-running horse. As a well that won't run dry is called jamūm ("replenished"), so is a horse whose every burst of running is followed by another. As an uninterrupted series of cloudbursts is called al-saḥḥ ("the flow") of rain, a horse is called misaḥḥ ("effluent") if it runs uninterruptedly. If lightness and swiftness are combined in a horse's gait, then it is called fayḍ ("overflowing") and sakb ("outpouring") after the overflowing and outpouring of water.
As the sea's water is inexhaustible, a horse that never tires of running is called a baḥr ("sea"). The Prophet, God's blessings and peace be upon him, was the first to use this expression when he said of his mount: "I find [this horse] to be a baḥr." And so the name Baḥr was given to that horse.
"On descriptors of the horse deriving from descriptors of water":
Section 17.30 of The Statutes of Lexicography by Abu Mansur al-Tha‘alibi
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Labels: Arabic lexicography
The finesse of Abū ‘Āmir al-Jurjānī is of a kind recognized by nomads and settled folk alike. How truly did the imam ‘Abd al-Qāhir al-Jurjānī put it into words when he described him (meter: hazaj):
If serious brilliance of appearance is what you wish for,
and you complain your access to joy is barred,
when desolation won't release you from its shadows,
and you would clear the torpor from your inner eyes,
confer with him whose flint throws inspiration,
and in the keenness of his discernment you'll find the spark
and all the perspicacity that you sought.
His [guidance] suffices, and you won't reject it,
nor complain of his answer.
On the contrary! Betake yourself to him and you'll find success
in al-Faḍl ibn Ismā‘īl, and be left wishing for no other man.
From The Statue of the Palace of al-Bākharzī
tr. by David Larsen at 7:47 AM
Labels: Arabic poetry , Cat poems
We had a neighbor whose name was ‘Abd al-Rahman ibn al-Ash‘ath. Handsome and well-formed, he was a stand-out among his family, and a quintessential man of his day. He had been in the presence of [the first and second caliphs,] Abu Bakr and ‘Umar, may God be pleased with them.
It happened that this man fell prey to a melancholic imbalance that scorched his wits and sent them flying. When he went out, groups of boys delighted in hooting at him and calling him "Rahmawayh!" to which he would never respond. But if he were addressed as ‘Abd al-Rahman, he would answer, "I am ‘Abd al-Rahman." I saw him one day when boys were pelting him with rocks, and I said, "Fight back, and get them off you!" He responded, "Two things prevent me from reacting: fear of God, and fear of being just like them."
He passed by one day as I was conducting a lecture of Muhammmad ibn al-Hasan's treatise on prayer. Seated next to me was my saintly brother, who was much older than me and had lost his vision. I said, "O ‘Abd al-Rahman, why don't you join the group and listen?" He said: "How can I, when [as the proverb says (no. 771)] 'Every bird hunts according to its ability'?"
He then said, "O Ibn Jabir, if it pleases you to be at the center of this company, then your brother will certainly be pleased with the place God has for him on the Day of Resurrection." At this, my brother fell face down, weeping, while ‘Abd al-Rahman stood regarding him. "O Ibn Jabir," he said, "when I look at you I seem to see the angels rejoicing; your brother, on the other hand, I see covered up and hauled away." Then he said to me: "O Sayf ibn Jabir, store your tongue the way you store up dirhams, and cultivate a love of silence before you speak again. As long as speech is what you love, stay silent."
"Sit [with us]!" I said to him. "In the spirit of pure friendliness, I enjoin you." He said: "Ask God to forgive you, and ask Him: 'With whom must You exercise greater mercy than Your mercy towards me?'" He then said: "O Ibn Jabir, I say what the prophet Job said, peace be upon him: 'I am touched by adversity, and You are most merciful of the merciful.'
"While we remain alive, not one of us goes without weeping. What causes you to weep? [Consider] what was taken from me: is it not inferior to what remains? namely, my love for Him and for His prophets and His pious servants? and [my memory of] the presence of Abu Bakr and ‘Umar?" Then as he turned away he said [to God], "If the ordeal comes from You, so does the healing. And if You take away, so do You allow to remain."
One day I set out for the cemetery to attend a funeral. After the interment, I went wandering among the graves, where I came upon ‘Abd al-Rahman ibn al-Ash‘ath. He was seated between two tombs with his cheek upon his knee, saying, "You who have caused me to wander the earth have driven me to this cemetery, and made me an intimate of the graves." Then he said, "I beg for God's forgiveness! I know very well that you were ordained [as my tormentor], and that if you were to disobey, you would be put back onto me by an even harsher master."
I said to him, "‘Abd al-Rahman, who are you talking to?" He said, "To a mistress that was imposed upon me." I asked, "Who is she?" "Melancholia," he said. I said: "Why don't you pray to God, and ask Him to dispel her from you?" He said, "It may be that I do pray, Ibn Jabir, and that I attain my wish. My call for God's help is my prayer, and what I attain is submission to His command and joy in His judgment."
I said to him, "Shall I sit with you and keep you company?" He said, "No. For companionship, God gave me solitude, just as He gave you the company of law students." And then he said, "O Sayf ibn Jabir, is it not taught that Mu’arriq al-‘Ijli said: 'I asked God for a thing twenty years ago, and He has not given it to me, and [yet] I have not given up hope'?" "Of course," I said. He then said to me, his voice raised in anger, "O Sayf! If God were to make an amputee of me, or a leper, I would know Him to be the cause, and I would know Him to be a just arbiter who does what He will."
From Madmen Who Were Intelligent by Abu 'l-Qasim al-Nisaburi
tr. by David Larsen at 12:42 PM
Labels: Arabic prose
‘Alī ibn al-Ḥusayn ibn ‘Alī al-‘Absī, known as IBN KAWJAK AL-WARRĀQ, was a gifted literary man who practiced the stationer's trade. In Egypt he studied under Abū Muslim Muḥammad ibn Aḥmad, secretary to the vizier Abū 'l-Faḍl ibn Ḥinzāba. His writings include The Book of Tambur-Players and The Book of Noblest Aspirations to the Highest Class, a book on asceticism addressed to al-Shābushtī, author of The Book of Monasteries. He died in Syria during the reign of al-Ḥākim, around the year 394 A.H. (= 1004 CE).
After the recapture of al-Ḥadath (in 953 CE) he said in praise of Sayf al-Dawla: (meter: khafīf):
He intended the destruction of Islam, but got his ears boxed
at al-Ḥadath. Its walls were the destruction of his error.
Since his powers were stripped from him at spear-point,
his soul shrinks from you. The weakling!
Fearing the ruin of his own life and property,
he traded his stay for a departure.
And now, up in those foothills, the birds and beasts
[of carrion] go hungry in their haunts.
How many times did you throw the birds a feast
on the skulls of his champions?
His father al-Ḥusayn ibn ‘Alī IBN KAWJAK was a poet and a literary man, of whom Abu 'l-Qāsim [Ibn ‘Asākir] al-Dimashqī says: Al-Ḥusayn ibn ‘Alī ibn Kawjak lectured in Tripoli in the year 359 (= 970), narrating hadith on the authority of his father ‘Alī, as well as Abū Mas‘ūd (secretary to [Ibn?] Ḥasnūn al-Maṣrī) and Abu 'l-Qāsim ibn al-Muntāb of Iraq, and some of the scholars kept a transcript of it. These verses are attributed to him (meter: ṭawīl):
Just after her husband's unexpected death
it turned out that his wife was pregnant.
Her family of origin was in a distant land,
and his would-be inheritors were at her on all sides.
But when the pregnancy came to light, they eased up
grudgingly, and crawled away like scorpions.
She came out with a newborn boy, and won the inheritance
of the dead father. And his relatives got no share.
When of age he came into the wealth, and the eyes
of buxom girls competed for their pleasure in him,
and he had gained the experience that leads to intelligence,
and his body had almost attained its full stature,
and he was desired and feared, and was desirous
of a beautiful life, and grew a beard and mustache,
[the embrace of] a chubby pair of arms behind a curtain
was predestined for him. He is bold and never timid against the foe.
[When he eats,] butcher-bones are all he leaves behind.
The locks of his noble dome are kept nice and short.
The most painful thing for me was the day
their saddled camels turned away,
their drivers taking them to Wādī Ghabā'ib.
Al-Muḥassin ibn al-Ḥusayn ibn ‘Alī IBN KAWJAK AL-ADĪB was a man of refinement. Best known as a stationer, he was also a poet. His handwriting, which resembles al-Ṭabarī's, was well known and much in demand. Al-Rūdhabārī says in the history he wrote in Egypt: "The scholar and stationer al-Muḥassin ibn al-Ḥusayn al-‘Absī died in the month of Shawwāl of the year 416 (= December 1025). He studied under Abū Muslim Muḥammad ibn Aḥmad, secretary to Ibn Ḥinzāba, together with his brother ‘Alī ibn al-Ḥusayn." Their aforementioned father was also a man of refinement.
I read in Ibn ‘Asākir's History of Damascus that "The scholar Abū ‘Abd Allāh al-Muḥassin ibn ‘Alī [sic] ibn Kawjak dictated short, aphoristic lectures in Sidon, some on the authority of Ibn Khalawayh. These teachings were memorized and transmitted by Abū Naṣr ibn Ṭallāb."
Ibn ‘Asākir said: I was told by ‘Abd Allāh ibn Aḥmad ibn ‘Umar that Ibn Ṭallāb said: "Our teacher al-Muḥassin ibn Kawjak dictated his teachings to us in Sidon, where I studied under him in the year 394 (= 1003-4). One of the poems he taught us was this" (meter: munsariḥ):
Your good looks are leaving you. They're on their way out,
when eyes roll and turn away from your [onetime] beauty.
You who used to slay others are now the slain.
You come back to life and find that it's moved on.
How many have noticed my affection for you, and my passion,
and had a talk with me, and called me a middle-aged [fool]?
May God have mercy on you, young man,
when young romantics start to call you "Sir."
tr. by David Larsen at 7:44 AM
Labels: Arabic poetry
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Labels: Greek prose , Lost works