Stories of Piety and Prayer

Intro
 Letter from the General Editor
 Introduction
 Map: Northern Central Arabia
 A Note on the Text
 Notes to the Introduction
 Arabian Romantic
 1: God, You saved Job from his predicament
 2: Why rejoice at their summering near our wells?
 3: My eyes, where are the loved ones you hold so dear?
 4: Zēd, first you smiled, now you turn away from me
 5: Come, messenger, fetch your mount
 6: Moralizers! Do not put my heart to the test!
 7: Yesterday I was in throes of tears and sobs
 8: Darling, if I come, mind the enemy
 9: Lord, people bow in worship to win Your favor 10: I beseech You, God, and You alone11: The things of this world can't be gotten by mere tricks
 12: I supplicate You to smooth my path, God
 13: I can't blame a soul who abstains from food
 14.1: Rider who sets out with nine hundred mounts (Fayḥān ibn Zirībān)
 14.2: Rider setting out on a Ṣayʿar camel mount
 15: If you drink to lift your spirits, connoisseur
 16.1: Rider of camels at breakneck speed (Fayḥān ibn Zirībān)
 16.2: When clouds roll in, the rain starts with a drizzle
 17.1: May God whiten the face of Ṭāmi ibn Gidrān (Masʿūd Āl Masʿūd)
 17.2: Riders of smooth, fast camels 18: Almighty God! My heart is pulled from its roots19: Separation tore us apart and left me wistful with desire
 20: God help me with this flood of tears
 21: Servant of God, weigh your thoughts with care
 22: My heart strains like a small herd of camels
 23: First, the name of God in all of the world's affairs
 24: Dhʿār, in the full year that has passed today
 25: I sing these verses, warbling on a high dune
 26: Poor heart abandoned by its wits
 27.1: Pity eyelids that do not close at night (Ibn Zirībān)
 27.2: Camel rider with ten mounts chosen for speed 28: A sudden shock upset me, slashed my insides29: My heart is being bent like a bow by a craftsman
 30: Hey Sinʿūs, what is this leisurely pace!
 31: Leave off, you players of love's game, leave off!
 32: May it not rain on late-summer nights
 33: My heart is wracked like the hearts of rustlers
 34: My heart strains like camels driven hard by rustlers
 35: Why, my eye, have you tortured me with love?
 36: You are privy, God, to the deepest secrets
 37: I climbed to the lookout, a peak marked by cairn
 38: Blessed is the blasé heart--one that lacks for nothing 39: I groan like a warrior felled by a blade40: As the camel train disappeared over the spur of Abānāt
 41: Hey what's-your-name, give me the stuff that revives me
 42.1: I moan like a man whose leg is tied with Mishānīṭ straps (Muṭawwaʿ Nifī)
 42.2: The Muṭawwaʿ is all fakery and tawdry nonsense
 42.3: I compose my verses to rhyme in ṭāʼ (Muṭawwaʿ Nifī)
 42.4: Muṭawwaʿ, may your deepest secret be exposed
 42.5: What now, little fat-assed ʿAbdallah (Muṭawwaʿ Nifī)
 42.6: Dghēlīb offered a price for Muṭawwaʿ's mortar (Muṭawwaʿ Nifī)
 42.7: Riders on camels, gray from grueling marches