The beauty of the shining stars in her face,
the sparkling of her eyes as if fire lights them,
Arms adorn her body, white her teeth,
I am a martyr, in my eyes is my killer.
Mahmood Ul-Hasan (me)
I have enough pain by of my love,
Evidence of this is my clothes, cloak of Khib,
Don't think love is but a tiresome bitter taste,
It throws the man into all evil and torment.
Khib:
Trickery and cheating
The sea when it's waves are large and crashing
Mahmood Ul-Hasan
As a thanks to @Argo0608 for sharing my shitty art in the comms, here's some more shitty art; dedicated to him.
(also thanks for petitioning to get me unbanned even if it didn't work (Bobo kinda just ignored it))
وَحَتّى رَأَينا الطَيرَ في جَنَباتِها
تَكادُ أَكُفُّ الغانِياتِ تَصيدُها
Till we saw the birds so close to the people,
the hands of beautiful singing girls about to catch them.
Ali bin Jahm describing the justice at the time of Al-Mutawakil
علي بن الجهم
ابن الرومي:
أمَّا ذُكَاءُ فَلَمْ تَصْفَرَّ إذْ جَنَحَتْ
إلا لفُرقَةِ ذاك المنظرِ الحَسَنِ
As for the sun; it didn't turn yellow when descending¹,
but out of sadness of leaving this beautiful sight.
¹For the sunset.