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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 110. the love of an emperor
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He
He comes, with the surprise
Of a moon out of the clouds,
And Love throws her arm
About the hearts of all men.
I never sighed until I knew him;
But now my weeping tastes of blood.
I have slain lions and terrified captains;
But now I am the slave of a boy
Glancing like a young deer.
If he shuts his eyes, when we sit
In the light of the sun together,
I am plunged in darkness;
Also his eyes are the two jewels
Of my kingdom.
As the song of a fountain woos
All memory of the desert,
So his voice woos all my
Care away from me.
He is my fountain and my lute,
The shadow where my sleep is calm.
I would bow myself before him,
If Allah were not, saying:
“You are my God!”
—Ottoman Sultan Selim I,[i]
circa 1495
[i] “He” Sultan Selim I Eastern Love: Anthology of Eastern Love Volume I (London 1929), [E. Powys Mathers, Editor and Translator from the French], p. 3
https://archive.org/details/dli.ernet.238178/page/n11/mode/2up?q=
Mathers’ versions are based on L’anthologie de l’amour Turc [Edmond Fazy / Abdul-Halim Memdouh, Editors and Translator] (Paris 1905), and Les colombes des minarets: anthologie islamique [Franz Toussaint, Editor and Translator] (Paris 1928)
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