Hatim Al Tai
Hatim Al-Taeei (Arabic: حاتم الطائي (also Hatemtai i.e. Hatim of the Tayy tribe), formally Hatem ibn Abdellah ibn Sa'ad at-Ta'iy (Arabic: حاتم بن عبد الله بن سعد الطائي ) was a famous pre-Islamic (Jahiliyyah) Arabian poet, and the father of the Sahaba Adi ibn Hatim and Safana bint Hatem. He was a Christian Arab, and belonged to the Ta'i Arabian tribe. Stories about his extreme generosity have ... more »
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Hatim Al Tai Poems
How frail are riches and their joys! Morn builds the heap which eve destroys;
Lighten, as the night is glacial And the wind, you who lit the fire, is grating
Sways,With Her Trinkets
Sways, with her trinkets, she, endowed with splendour With a waist like the fold of flimsy cloth, slim
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How frail are riches and their joys!
Morn builds the heap which eve destroys;
Yet can they leave one sure delight—
The thought that we've employed them right.
What bliss can wealth afford to me,
When life's last solemn hour I see?—
When Mavia's sympathising sighs
Will but augment my agonies?
Can hoarded gold dispel the gloom
That death must shed around his tomb?
Or cheer the ghost which hovers there,
And fills with shrieks the desert air?
What boots it, Mavia, in the grave,
Whether I loved to waste or save?
The hand that millions now can ...