Ibn Zuhr al-Ḥafīd (Seville, d. 1198) misses his son
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I’ve left my heart behind
with a little one like a sandgrouse chick
and I’m left alone
without his little body, little face.
We miss each other
we cry for each other;
longing itself is wearied
by our longing for each other.
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I’ve left my heart behind
with a little one like a sandgrouse chick
and I’m left alone
without his little body, little face.
We miss each other
we cry for each other;
longing itself is wearied
by our longing for each other.
Ibn Zuhr was a prominent Sevillian physician, and with a change of regime (to the Almohads) he was exiled to Marrakech, where he wrote this. The story has it the caliph brought him his son when he heard the poem.
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I'm not 100% sure of my reading of the final line, but the gist of it is that al-shawq is the subject of taʿiba, so it must be that shawq is being personified. The whole thing has been abbreviated to fit all four lines into a tweet.
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