Monday, August 3, 2015

A Lion & His Teeth

When the lion bares his teeth, do not 
fancy that the lion shows you a smile. 
I have slain the man that sought my heart's blood many a time. 
Riding a noble mare whose back none else may climb, 
Whose hind and fore-legs seem in galloping as one  
Nor hand nor foot requireth she to urge her on. 
And O the days when I have swung my fine-edged glaive 
Amidst a sea of death where wave was dashed on wave!  
The desert knows me well, the night, the mounted men, 
The battle and the sword, the paper and the pen.


I found this poem while I was reading a blog of a very talented artist, Izziyana Suhaimi. She posted a video of Persian miniature painting with this admirable poem of al-Mutannabi. You can watch the video here

One of Izziyana's works in her 'Friends To Keep You Warm' collection.
She's an amazing artist, she makes me feel like learning hand embroidery!

13 comments on "A Lion & His Teeth"

Leave your comment below.