Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 92. AL-ZARR, by EDWIN ARNOLD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Sheddad, the son of ad, of hadramaut Last Line: Know and adore thy majesty. Variant Title(s): King Sheddad's Paradise Subject(s): God; Islam | ||||||||
Az-Zarr! "Harmful" He is to them that sin Mocking the truth. Oh man! fear Him herein. Sheddâd, the son of Ad, of Hadramaut, Idolater, lord of the land and sea, Hath it come to ye how he mocked at Heaven, Saying the idols of the coast were best Sâkia that makes the rain, and Hafedha The Thunderer, Razek who gives grain to men, And Salema, lady of life and death? And how he sware an oath by those four gods, Drinking the palm-wine deep at Hadramaut, That he would build a better Paradise Than Allah's, and be Lord and God therein; With earthly Houris fairer than those maids Wrought of the musk and ambergris, who have The great immortal breasts and black-pearl eyes; With sweeter streams the Salsabil, and trees Richer in fruit than Tooba: this he sware, Abiding not the judgment, nor the blasts Of Israfil, nor weighing of the scales. Wherefore he gave command that there be built In Akhaf, on the hills, beyond the sand Within a hollow vale walled by wild peaks A pleasure-housebeautiful with white courts Of leveled marble, and in every court A fountain, sparkling from a tank inlaid With amber, nacre, coral; and around, In every court cloisters of columns carved With reeded shafts and frontals, wonderful For beasts and bird and fish and leaf and flower. And round about this pleasure-house he bade A lovely garden bloom, terraced by lanes Bosky with blossoming trees and rose-thickets, Where hidden streamlets murmured and gold fruit Loaded the boughs, and all the air was balm. He gave command, moreover, that there rise Hard by, with streets and markets, a fair town Peopled by ministers of pleasure, and walled With ramparts of the rose and pomegranate; Where through there led a double folding gate, Fashioned of fragrant woods, and set with stars Of silver, opening downwards to the vale, Inscribed "'The Paradise of King Sheddad. And when the house was made, and all the courts Were girdled with the carven shafts, and cooled With leaping fountains; and the roses, blown, Filled the green vale with sweetness; and the town Was heaped with grain and wine, and people moved Busy and glad about its new fair streets, Sheddad set forth. A shining line of spears League-long, wound first upon the mountain-path; And after them the camel-litters, decked With silk and gold, and poles of silver, came Bearing the Houris of his Paradise; And next the Prince amid his lords: so clumb The gay march up the sandy steeps, or streamed Down the gray wadis. At the head of all Rode one who held a flag of yellow silk, Which had for its device, "Amid his gods, Sheddâd, the son of Ad, of Hadramaut, Unasked of Allah, wends to Paradise." That night they entered at the silver gate, Making bold cheer; and sweet the garden was, And green the groves, and bright the pleasure-house Lit with a thousand scented lamps, and loud With dance and cymbal and the beat of drum. But when the golden horseshoe of the moon Waned in the west, there came into the sky Three clouds; and one was white and had the shape Of a winged angel; one was red and burned Across the planets like a blazing sword; And one, thick black, gathered around the head Of a bare hollow mountain, seamed with gaps And caverns, wherefromfull upon their feast Brake, of a sudden, flame and cataracts Of blood-red molten rock, with pitchy smoke Veiling the heavens, and rain of blinding dust, All pierced by livid lightning-spears, and driven By fierce winds, hotter than the breath of hell; Which sucked the streams, and parched the trees, and dried Life from the body, as a furnace draws The moisture from the potter's clay, while earth Rocked, quaking; and the thunder's vengeful voice Rolled horrible from crag to crag, and mocked The death-cry of those choked idolaters: Whereof, when the sun rose, there breathed not one; Nor any green thing lingered in the vale; Nor road nor gate appeared; nor might a man Say where the garden of King Sheddâd stood: So were the ways uptorn, and that fair sin Blotted from vision by the wrath of God. Yet to this day there lurkethlost to view Of all men, hardly found by wandering wolf, Spied seldom by the vulture's hungry eye The remnant of the garden of Iram. Deep in the wilderness of Aden, hid Behind wild peaks, and fenced with burning sands, The perished relics of that pleasaunce lie Which Sheddâd made, mocking the power of God: And one who tended camels in the laud, Abdallah-Ebn-Kelâbah, seeking there A beast estrayed, followed her footmarks up Into a gorge, which split a cliff in twain From sky to sand, dark as the heart of night, With thickets at its mouth and jutting rocks. There through he pushed, and when the light once more Glimmered and grew, he spied a hollow, shut In the gaunt barren peaks, with black dust strewn, And piled with cindery crags and bladdered slag, In midst of which layplain to seethe bones Of Sheddâd's city and his pleasure-house; All with their withered gardens, and the gate Rusted and ruined; and the cloistered courts Swathed in the death-drift, and the marble tanks Choked to their brims; the carven columns fall'n Or thrust awry; the bright pavilions foul With ashes, and with remnants of the dead: For Ebn-Kelâbah passed into the place, And saw the valley thronged with carcasses Of men and women and the townspeople Not moldered, as is wont, to whitened bone, But dried, by the hot blasts of that dread night, Unto a life in death; the skin and flesh Yet clinging, and the robes of festival Still gay of color; all those sinful ones Slain in their sin even where the whirlwind struck: So that he saw the dancers as they fell With dancing-dress and timbrels; and the ring Of watchers round them; and the slaves who made Their music; and the bearers bringing wine, Each by his shriveled wineskin, dead and dry. Also within the courts lay corpses slim. Rich-clad and delicate, with jeweled necks, The Houris of that ruined Paradise. The sunken eyes stared, and the drawn lips grinned Under dead rose-crowns, and the shapely limbs Were grown too lean for the loose tarnished gold Of armlet and of anklet; dusty lay Strings of dulled jewels on their shrunken breasts; And brimmed with dust the cups were which they clasped In stiff discolored fingers. In their midst Sate, all agape, King Sheddâd, for a throne Propped his dead form, and round the waist of it A sword hung, in a belt of gold and silk, Hilted with pearls and rubies. This he took The camel-manand glided, terrified, Back from that City of the Dead; and found The night-black gorge, and groped his way, and brought The sword and sword-hilt unto Hadramaut, Telling the dread things seen of Allah's wrath Wrought on the misbelievers; and their streets Wrecked, and their painted courts peopled with dead Such awful end came on the men of Ad, Who made the House of Iram; and their lord. But no foot since hath found that road again, Nor shall; till Israfil sets to his lips The trumpet, and Az-Zarr will bid him blow. Oh, Harmful unto mockers! we Know and adore Thy majesty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 1. ALLAH by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 10. AL-JABBAR by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 12. THE CREATOR by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 13. 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