In Battle
I remembered Sulayma when the passion
of battle was as fierce
as the passion of my body when we parted.
I thought I saw, among the lances, the tall
perfection of her body,
and when they bend toward me I embraced them.
By Abu-L-Hasan Ben Al-Qabturnuh, translated by Lysander Kemp
Source of the text -
An Anthology of Medieval Lyrics, edited by Angel Flores. New York: The Modern Library, 1962, p. 290-291.
TJB: Everything he sees reminds him of her. The passion of love & passion of battle converge in this implied-narrative lyric spoken after death.
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