The Sun

In honor of Muharram, we present this work by one of Islam’s great medieval poets.

Arab Andalusian
965 – 1040


Look at the beautiful sun:
as it rises, it shows one golden eyebrow,
plays miser with the other one,

but we know that soon
it will spread out a radiant veil
over all.

A marvelous mirror that appears in the East
only to hide again at dusk.

The sky is saddened
when the sun leaves
and puts on mourning robes.

I believe that falling stars
are nothing more
than sky’s gem-hard tears.


Translation by Cola Franzen

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