The Veil Dropped by Ziyad ibn Muawiyah (al-Nābighah al-Dhubiyānī)

The veil dropped, she did not mean to drop it.
She picked it up and shielded herself from us with her hand
With a tender, tinted palm as if its fingers
Were tendrils, on their boughs, which did not dry
And with profuse, curly, coal-black hair, its growth
Like a vine that leant against the propped trellis.
She looked at you with a need she could not express
The look of the patient at the faces of visitors.

From: http://poemlist.com/?mode=poem&id=37577

Date: c580 (original in Arabic); 2005 (translation in English)

By: Ziyad ibn Muawiyah (al-Nābighah al-Dhubiyānī) (c535-c604)

Translated by: Walid Khazendar (1950- )

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