Khansa Poems

No day was sad as the day Sakhr
left me. Sweet and forever bitter.
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I see time wasting my tribe, my father's sons,
I became tears that my weeping does not dry,
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My long night refused to give me
the slightest sleep after the terrible news.
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Sleepless I kept the night vigil,
Eyes khol-blackened ruts.
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O my eyes, shed tears generously,
Will you not weep for Sakhr, the generous?
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Time has gnawed at me, bit me and has cut me.
Time has harmed, wounded and injured me,
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The leader of horses against others;
it was as though they were she-ghuls
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My sons I carried you with pain and raised you with care
You have fallen today for the cause of Islam
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What have we done to you death
that you treat us so, with always another catch
one day a warrior
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Verily, Sakhr if you have made my eyes shed tears
You long brought me mirth
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