The Poetry Corner

The Great Offence

By Edward Powys Mathers (As Translator)

She seemed so bored, I wanted to embrace her by surprise; But then the scalding waters Fell from her eyes and burnt her roses. I offered her a cup.... And came to paradise.... Ah, sorrow, When she rose from the waves of wine I thought she would have killed me With the swords of her desolation.... Especially as I had tied her girdle With the wrong bow. From the Arabic of Abu Nuas (eighth century).