The Tenderness of Arabic Literature

 

Because of his youth and naughtiness, your humble servant continued sitting by the curtain and, following the path of disrespect, raised a corner of the cover to hide under it so that he could enjoy the spectacle of the Sun meeting the Moon. The wine of desire foamed in the throat of Emir Umar-xon, and the moisture of shame appeared on the face of the beauty, like drops of dew on a rose. Moments of tenderness and elegant caresses were becoming more and more wild: the buyer’s desire grew, while the mistress of the goods gave ever greater concessions. For rain, ready to show the cloud’s final aim, was now about to pour down on the field of desire. The flower bud, submitting to the playful brazenness of the wind, was forced to unfurl its petals and turn itself bright red. And since the innate urge of the flower bud was to bear fruit, it opened fully under the force of the wind, so that a pearly drop now fell on its pollen. 

From Devil's Dance -Hamid Ismailov

While reading the above, I kept taking mental notes of poets like Cho'Ipon and Navoi 

particularly enthralled by the style of Ismailov writing, part prose, part poetry and I am interested in Arabic and Uzbek literature, My mind seeks the froth of the gentle.

It's high society when you understand and seek the tenderness of Arabic literature, it's the especially of a Mughal garden, it's all sugar cubes and tea, flat breads, date comquat, and flowers winds and hill rusheds.

you get transposed into other worlds
Arabic literature give the ommpf of very high society, A whirling with the love divine, Sometimes I read Rumi, or seek other Sufi poets
Its you, wearing a veil and the other with a long skirt to be tickled at the toes while you read poems to her, shoulder touching, reclining and breathing on each other 
It tells of the strength of true beauty the power of kings the Mughals the kyber pass, The hills of Pakistan, The essence of true life's blood, the love in it's true sense.
And I am found in love anew 

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