{"id":210,"date":"2012-11-04T03:44:27","date_gmt":"2012-11-04T08:44:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/?p=210"},"modified":"2013-03-11T22:39:25","modified_gmt":"2013-03-12T03:39:25","slug":"variations-on-a-theme-with-words-and-without","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2012\/11\/04\/variations-on-a-theme-with-words-and-without\/","title":{"rendered":"Variations on a theme (with words and without)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>\u00a0With words:<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6>My Beloved don&#8217;t be heartless with me<\/h6>\n<h6>Your Presence is my only cure<\/h6>\n<h6>How can I be left with neither a heart nor my Beloved?<\/h6>\n<h6>Either give me back my heart, or do not deny me<\/h6>\n<h6>Your Presence<\/h6>\n<p>-Abu Sai&#8217;d Abu&#8217;l Khayr (trans. Vraje Abramian)<\/p>\n<p>from\u00a0<em>Nobody Son of Nobody<\/em>. \u00a0Hohm Press, 2001<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Without words:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/0dJtcvTUTCA?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Arc &#8216;Antiga, a beautiful Portuguese guitar solo from Cristina Branco&#8217;s album Murm\u00farios, below:<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/files\/2012\/11\/13-Arc-antiga1.mp3\">Arc&#8217; antiga<\/a><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ZVAA9xi98Ys?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/EdwOL5syTMg?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>With Words<\/strong> (my own):<\/p>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6><strong>T<\/strong>he tongue is the face of the heart<\/h6>\n<h6>And its mouth the heart of the face<\/h6>\n<h6>Your face has swallowed my heart<\/h6>\n<h6>So all I talk about is your face<\/h6>\n<h6>So give me back my poor heart<\/h6>\n<h6>Or take pity on its sad face<\/h6>\n<h6>Tongues were made for more than talking<\/h6>\n<h6>Stop flirting and let me taste<\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><strong>A<\/strong>t last, a cure for all my pains<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">Alas, it\u2019s pain without a cure<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">A sickness that treats all disease<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">A ravishing that made me pure<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">A wound that heals all other scars<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">A wine that made my head sober<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">An ocean that dried all my tears<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">A birth that meant my life\u2019s over<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">I fell ill heartfirst in this love<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">There\u2019s neither hope nor remedy<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">A prison that broke all life\u2019s bars<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">My friend, please don\u2019t let me be free<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">A poison that made me immune<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">To health and all I once thought best<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">A death in life and life in death<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\">Came to me on your gentle breath<\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6><strong>Y<\/strong>ou forged these chains and set me free<\/h6>\n<h6>I\u2019m your dream, you\u2019re my memory<\/h6>\n<h6>Don\u2019t forget me, I beg you please<\/h6>\n<h6>My darkness, light, health and disease<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6>My love is yours, so yours is mine<\/h6>\n<h6>So lift my ore out of this mine<\/h6>\n<h6>Don\u2019t leave me shrouded in my mind<\/h6>\n<h6>Love flows behind the clouds of time<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6>Only my death will end our war<\/h6>\n<h6>My perfections stain your faults<\/h6>\n<h6>My waves will crash upon your shore<\/h6>\n<h6>Until your rocks become my salt<\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<h6><\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6><strong>Y<\/strong>our memory\u2019s an old war wound<\/h6>\n<h6>My heart aches when it rains<\/h6>\n<h6>My eyes want to cry with the sky<\/h6>\n<h6>But fill with silent pain<\/h6>\n<h6>The softest, sweetest hurt I know<\/h6>\n<h6>Seeing your face, hearing your name<\/h6>\n<h6>How can you seem so far away<\/h6>\n<h6>When it&#8217;s your love that fills my veins?<\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\" align=\"center\"><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0With words: My Beloved don&#8217;t be heartless with me Your Presence is my only cure How can I be left with neither a heart nor my Beloved? 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