My penis, settled upon the backside of Sam’an…
it was wanting a two-sided kind of…hospitality.
I had never had a host that was better at hosting
than that backside of that boy Sam’an: honestly!
I turned into him…and if you had watched him,
anointing head of my horse by hand, handsomely.
I begged him to not let his hair fly from his head,
for…he was not going to be a whore, just for me!
Then he replied, “Stop asking me, just let it come
and rub under my balls, rub my pebbles…gently.”
He stayed the night, receiving gifts and favours,
near the pool, surrounded by the garden…lovely!
Back at his house, not even a fly could enter it…
it was guarded by my cock and his balls…tightly.
Upon the Day of Judgment I will be asked about
my pleasure in the house of Sam’an by the Almighty.
Abu Nuwas (c. 757-814)
For an introduction to the poetry of Abu Nuwas, you may follow this link, where you may read that “Abu Nuwas was one of the greatest classical Arab poets.”
Sources:
Paul Smith, translation and introduction. The book of Abu Nuwas. Victoria, Australia:New Humanity Books, Book Heaven, 2006, 2013, 2015. Available as ebook for Kindle on amazon.com. A collection of the poetry.
Philip Kennedy. Makers of the Muslim World: Abu Nuwas, A Genius of Poetry. London: OneWorld Publications, 2005. Available as an ebook in epub. An introduction.
This poem is a lot better than algebra, and we have the Arab world to blame for that. Poetry, when it deals with unexpected subjects is always a surprise to our
minds, simply because it is different. In that difference though, we find universals. Who has not lost himself (or herself) in throes of pleasure without damning the consequences? Differences are hard things, differences that are alike can even be tougher. This poem is as good today as it was years ago. Thanks to Cathcart for finding it to remind us that under the skin we are alike.
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