. . .For it burns for my brethren with a fire that consumes my interior. Nowhere have I seen such warriors. O Allah! strike with blindness those who bear them envy! Have they not spacious tents well provided with carpets, Mats, cushions, saddles, and rich arms? The traveller and the orphan are they not always received there By these words of our sires: "You are welcome!" Their wives, bright as the corn-poppy, Are they not borne on camels, Those ships of the earth, That march with the noble gait of the ostrich? Are they not covered with veils Which trailing far behind them fill even the marabouts with despair! Are they not adorned with ornaments, gems enriched with coral, And the blue tattoo on their arms, was it not pleasant to behold? Every thing about them charmed the heart of the believers in Allah; You would say they were bean-flowers created by the Eternal. You have plunge. . . Read More