Tuesday, December 17, 2013

[poem] 'Lady of Thillia'

'Lady of Thillia'

From thought and love all things once born,
earth, air, and sky, and knowing sea.
From Darkness old, all light is shone,
and rise above forever free.

In reverent voice, five brothers spoke
of sire's duty and wondered fare.
Their king's dying 'neath fortune's yoke,
from each demanded their landed care.

Five kingdoms great, born of one land.
To each fair prince his parcel part.
Dictates of will and dead sire's hand,
for each to rule with just and heart.

The first the fields, fair flowing flight,
whisp'ring winds the rushes calm move.
Another to sea, ships to right,
and crashing waves, the shorelines soothe.

The third of holes and gentlest sward,
crack of twig and shades darkling eye.
The fourth, the hills and valleys' lord,
where grazing plain and resting lie.

The last, the sun made shining home,
high seething heat, would ever last.
All five in wrote his true heart's tone,
true to all word and great kings past.

Each child did rule with true intent,
Embrac'ng demesne, all ruling fair.
Justice and strength, wisdom full lent,
each mouth to voice a grateful aire.

Yet fates' cruel games their pure hearts waste,
and each to arms this tryst above.
Five men consumed or woman chaste,
and all lives touch'd or strident love.

As gentle as a poem's heart,
was the beauteous woman born.
As subtle as all nature's art,
her wondrous heart all lives did warm.

When fire proud men, all brothers born,
beheld this dam, their loves did soar.
Or sweet Thillia, five loves sworn,
a handful kingdoms, to war.

Five armies clashed, their plows to swords,
farmers from fields, passion's commands.
Brothers once fair and loving wards,
sent salt to sea and wounded th' lands.

Thilllia stood on bloodied plain,
her arms outstretched, hands open wide,
Her griev'ed heart, cast down from shame,
fled far beneath lake's loving tide.

Perfection mourned her passing soul,
five brothers ceased their hollow fight.
They cried above, their hearts held whole,
and vowed to rise 'neath warriors night.

In faith they walked with modest stride,
to sleeping Thillia beneath.
The crashing waves their virtue cried,
the kingdoms wept their wat'ry wreath.

From thought and love all things once born,
earth, air, and sky, and knowing sea.
From Darkness old, all light is shone,
and rise above forever free.



This is what I recite when I was Standard 6 during poem competition at state level. but I was too nervous, I forgot some of the lines :( anyway, this poem is from a novel, The Death Gate Cycle, suggested by my brother.  It is actually about a love story. Brothers kill brothers because of women. :(  WOMEN, take care of yourself! you are precious!

The Prophet's narrations speak of women with praise and respect. He once said:

"The world and all things in it are precious, and the most precious thing in the world is a virtuous woman." (Ahmad and Muslim)

up until today I clearly remember this lines --> From thought and love all things once born,
earth, air, and sky, and knowing sea. *and I don't know why*

anyway, the lines suddenly popped up in my head and I decided to google it. so here it is. one of those memories. :)

p/s my childhood friend is getting married. *random*(not that random actually, since the friend was part of those memories :)

happy hols, people! and may Allah bless!