E'etemad Al-Rumaikiyya Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A Yousef

In the heart of Andalusia,
where the sun spills gold over the olive groves,
E'etemad al-Rumaikiyya dances,
a silken thread woven between shadows and light.
Her laughter, a melody carried by the Guadalquivir,
sings of longing, of love,
a tapestry of emotions spun with the finest silk.

She stands, ink-stained fingers poised,
a quill in hand,
each stroke a whisper of the soul,
a sonnet to the moonlit nights of Seville,
where jasmine blooms in secret gardens,
and the air is thick with the scent of ripe fruit.
Her verses, delicate as a moth's wing,
flutter through the corridors of the Emir's palace,
where dreams and reality entwine like lovers.

Al-Mu'tamid, a poet himself,
draws strength from her spirit,
his heart a canvas painted with her words,
each line a brushstroke of passion,
each stanza a sigh shared beneath the stars.
Together they weave a world,
where the past drips like honey,
slow and golden,
and the present pulses with the rhythm of the oud.

E'etemad, a muse in the twilight,
her eyes a reflection of the heavens,
holds the power of the ancients,
the wisdom of the ages,
her voice a river,
flowing through the hearts of the forgotten,
reminding them of the beauty in their scars.

In the gardens of Al-Andalus,
time bends,
and the walls of the universe echo with their laughter.
Here the poets gather,
their souls entwined in a symphony of words,
and E'etemad, the bright star,
guides them through the labyrinth of language,
her spirit a flame that never falters.

But shadows lengthen as the sun dips low,
and history, a cruel puppeteer,
pulls at the strings of fate.
The whispered promises of forever
become echoes in the wind,
as kingdoms rise and fall,
and the sands of time shift beneath their feet.

Yet in the heart of a poet,
legacy dances,
and E'etemad al-Rumaikiyya lives on,
her verses etched in the stones of Seville,
her laughter carried by the breeze,
a reminder that love,
in all its forms,
is an eternal flame,
burning brightly against the dark.

So let us gather in the twilight,
beneath the arch of a forgotten palace,
and sing her name,
for E'etemad, in every heartbeat,
remains a testament to the power of words,
a spirit unbound, soaring forever,
through the verses of time.