Balkhi, princess who lived in the ancient city of Balkh. She was a
beautiful girl who loved to write verses. Rabeha lived in the
court of Samanids and was in contact with the great poets of the
court who would congregate at ceremonies reciting their poets to
began to recite poetry and indeed she showed great talent, she
would write about nature and of love and beauty. Her works kept to
herself during her life but once published made quite a name for
her amongst poets. It was the 9th century AD, Rabeha met Baktash a
servant to his brother Hareth, they began to see each other in
private and write beautiful poetry to each other. Rabeha soon
found herself in love with Baktash and would spend days writing
about her love.
Hareth found out
that Baktash had been secretly seeing his sister has his men
banish Baktash from the city which resulted in the murder of
news came to Rabeha that Baktash had been murdered, felt betrayed
and helpless. Rabeha could not cope with the pain of her loverís
death that she found privacy in the ladies bathhouse and slashed
her veins and with the dripping blood write her final verse on the
wall of the bathhouse as the first woman poet of Islamic world lay
to Afghanland sources, As
she lay dying, she wrote out her last poem in her own blood. For
centuries, young girls and boys had treated her tomb with the
devotion appropriate to a saint, going there to pray for the
fulfillment of their own romantic dreams.
I am caught in Love's web so deceitful
None of my endeavors turn fruitful.
I knew not when I rode the high-blooded stead
The harder I pulled its reins the less it would heed.
Love is an ocean with such a vast space
No wise man can swim it in any place.
A true lover should be faithful till the end
And face life's reprobated trend.
When you see things hideous, fancy them neat,
Eat poison, but taste sugar sweet