جمعت الصعلكة بين صديقين وألّفتْ بين مشاعرهما؛ أحدهما شاعر، والثاني متذوّق ومُتسلّق؛ وفي منعطف الصُدف؛ لعب الحظ لصالح المتسلق، وتم اختياره مسؤولاً؛ فتنسّكَ، واجتهد لمحو صورة ماضيه الأسود؛ بالرسمنة والنفشة؛ والتشخيص واصطناع الوقار؛ فبلغ النبأ السار صديقه الشاعر، الذي كان قد وقّع معه الفقر عقد شراكة طويل الأمد؛ وضاقت عليه أبواب الرزق بما رَحُبتْ، فقال في نفسه؛ نوصل الرجال، منها تهنئة وتجديد عهد؛ ومنها نشرح له الحال؛ ولن يبخل بحكم العيش والملح، وبحكم سعة اطلاعه؛ اختار من عيون الأدب حكاية تتضمّن حواراً أدبياً دار بين أعرابي ومعن بن زائدة، فقال في نفسه لعلني ببركة ما ورد في الحكاية من أبيات أظفر من صاحبي بحق السفرة، فرتب نفسه، وأقبل مع غيره مهنئاً وشابراً كسوة، ولما توسط المجلس قال؛ أتذكر إذ لحافك جلد شاة، وإذ نعلاك من جلد البعير
فردّ عليه المسؤول؛ ما صدقت.
فقال؛ فسبحان الذي أعطاك بنكاً، وعلمك الجلوس على السرير.قال؛ ما يعطي إلا مستحق.
فقال؛ فلست مُسلّماً إن عشتُ دهراً، على شروى بتسليم وقور. علّق؛ جعلك ما تسلّم لين تقوم ناقة صالح.
فقال؛ سأرحل عن بلاد أنت فيها، ولو جار الزمان على الفقير. قال صاحبه؛ الساعة المباركة.
فعرف أن الرجال ما نوى يفرّحه، فسكت وقعد في آخر كرسي بالمجلس، وعندما خرج المهنئون وبقيا لوحدهما، اقترب منه وقال؛ في خاطرك تحرجني يا سرسري قدام الخلق؛ قم اقلب وجهك وخذ الباب معك، فخرج منكسراً وندم على الفكرة التي لم يكن ختامها أجمل من مبتدئها.
وفي منطقتنا استغل أحد شعراء المناسبات، ذهاب القرية لمعايدة شيخ قبيلة، ورافقهم لتهنئة الشيخ بالعيد، وكان مالي يده من الكسوة، أو الظفر في الحد الأدنى بـ (صحّ لسانك)؛ فارتجل قصيدة مئوية مطلعها؛ (يا الله لا تجعل لساني يكلكلي، ما دام بيري عِدّ تغتر ودلوي ممتلي)، ثم اختلطت عليه ونشب فأشفق عليه الشيخ، ورقّ له قلبه، وعطف على حالته فقال؛ ما قصّرت وإن شاء الله إذا ظهر في العائلة شاعر نجيك إلى بيتك، ونرد لك القصيدة بقصيدة، وعندما عاد لزوجته سألته؛ بشّر؟ فقال؛ الحمد لله إنه ما احتط مشلحي من فوق كتفي.
الشّعرُ وجه آخرٌ للكلام؛ لا يمنح مفاتحه إلا لمن أخلص له، ولم يُشرِك معه غيره، وأبلغ قول الشاعر الكلام الذي ليس مثل أي كلام، وأعلى مراتبه؛ الكلام الذي عليه الكلام؛ وذاك لا يُجيده إلا النوادر ممن هاجسهم حفر الأعماق للوصول إلى صفو النبع وإن كان وحيداً ونبعه على قدّ ظماه. ومن القصائد قصائد خالدة، إلا أنه ليس كل الشعراء يُشغلهم الخلود، فالبعضُ يكتفي بمقابل مالي يحسّن الوضع المعيشي، والبعضُ كما قال أمل دنقل (يعيشُ منتصباً، بينما ينحني القلب يبحث عمّا فقد، والبعض يمضي به العمر منحنياً باحثاً في الطريق عما يقيم الأَوَد).
ولم تكن تكتمل مناسبات الزواج في القُرى، إلا بفلكلور العرضة، وكانت لكسوة الشاعر أولوية من ميزانية العُرس، وعلى قدر ما يخمّن من كسوة ينبري للمديح والإطراء، ويستغرق في إطلاقه الأوصاف الحقيقية والمُبالغ فيها، وصاحب الحفلة يعرف قدر نفسه أكثر من الشُّعار، وبعضهم لا يتورّع عن الخداع؛ فأحياناً يكبر الظرف، ويضع فيه مبالغ من فئات ورقيّة صغيرة لتبدو كثيرة، وإذا انتهت الحفلة وتفرق الناس تنكشف حقائق مؤلمة، ويترقب الشاعر المكلوم، فرصة لينتقم لكبريائه المجروح، وكثيراً ما وردت مفردة (أبو نواس) في الأبيات كناية عن الحيلة.
وكنتُ ولا زلتُ ألتمسُ العذر لتملّق الشاعر الكبير المتنبي، فالفنان رأس ماله موهبته؛ وربما كانت مصدر رزقه، ولعل أبو الطيب من أوائل من فتح للشعراء باب الشرهات على مصراعيه، كما جاء عنه مع (كافور) الذي جعل منه أسطورة ورفعه عالياً: بقصيدته التسوليّة:
لَحا اللَهُ ذي الدُنيا مُناخاً لِراكِبٍ
فَكُلُّ بَعيدِ الهَمِّ فيها مُعَذَّبُ
أَلا لَيتَ شِعري هَل أَقولُ قَصيدَةً
فَلا أَشتَكي فيها وَلا أَتَعَتَّبُ
إِذا تَرَكَ الإِنسانُ أَهلاً وَراءهُ
وَيَمَّمَ كافوراً فَما يَتَغَرَّبُ
فَتىً يَملَأُ الأَفعالَ رَأياً وَحِكمَةً
وَنادِرَةً أَحيانَ يَرضى وَيَغضَبُ
أَبا المِسكِ هَل في الكَأسِ فَضلٌ أَنالُهُ
فَإِنّي أُغَنّي مُنذُ حينٍ وَتَشرَبُ
وعندما لم ينل ما أمّل، ويئس منه، خسف به وبداره الأرض مجازاً؛ بقصيدة:
أُريكَ الرِضا لَو أَخفَتِ النَفسُ خافِيا
وَما أَنا عَن نَفسي وَلا عَنكَ راضِيا
تَظُنُّ اِبتِساماتي رَجاءً وَغِبطَةً
وَما أَنا إِلّا ضاحِكٌ مِن رَجائِيا
وَتُعجِبُني رِجلاكَ في النَعلِ إِنَّني
رَأَيتُكَ ذا نَعلٍ إِذا كُنتَ حافِيا
وَمِثلُكَ يُؤتى مِن بِلادٍ بَعيدَةٍ
لِيُضحِكَ رَبّاتِ الحِدادِ البَواكِيا
وعندما أراد أحد شُعار العرضة الشعبية نفي تهمة الطمع المادي عن نفسه؛ و(الشعراء يقولون ما لا يفعلون) صدح في عرضة بمطلع (أنا يا شُعّار ما جيت من شأن القروش) وكان أحد النقاد الساخرين يجلس جنب الزير يسمع ويحفظ ويحلل، ويعلّق بسرعة بديهة وصوت مسموع فقال؛ أجل وش جيت له تدغبس؟!
The vagabond brought together two friends and forged a bond between their feelings; one was a poet, and the other a connoisseur and climber. In a twist of fate, luck played in favor of the climber, and he was chosen as a leader; he secluded himself and worked hard to erase the image of his dark past through formality and pretense, striving to appear dignified. The good news reached his poet friend, who had long signed a partnership contract with poverty; the doors of livelihood had closed on him despite their vastness. He thought to himself: we will reach out to the men, both to congratulate and renew our bond; and to explain the situation to him; he wouldn’t hold back on the wisdom of life and salt, and given his extensive knowledge, he chose a tale from the gems of literature that included a literary dialogue between a Bedouin and Ma'n ibn Zaidah. He thought to himself that perhaps by the blessing of the verses in the story, he would win from his friend the right to a meal. He prepared himself and joined others in congratulating him, bringing along a gift. When he reached the center of the gathering, he said: Do you remember when your blanket was made of sheep skin, and your sandals were made of camel skin?
The official replied: I don't believe you.
He said: Glory be to the one who gave you a bank and taught you to sit on a bed. He said: No one gives except to those who deserve it.
He said: I will not be at peace if I live for an eternity, on a mere triviality with a dignified greeting. He commented: May what you greet with allow you to stand like the she-camel of Salih.
He said: I will leave the land where you are, even if time is harsh on the poor. His friend said: A blessed hour.
He realized that the man did not intend to make him happy, so he remained silent and sat in the last chair of the gathering. When the congratulators left and they were alone, he approached him and said: Are you trying to embarrass me, you rascal, in front of the people? Turn your face away and take the door with you. He left feeling defeated and regretted the thought that did not end more beautifully than it began.
In our region, one of the occasion poets took advantage of the village's visit to congratulate the tribe's chief, and he accompanied them to congratulate the chief on the holiday. He hoped to gain some financial reward from the clothing or at least a "well said" for his efforts; so he improvised a centennial poem that began with: (O God, do not let my tongue stutter, as long as my well is filled and my bucket is full). Then he got confused and stumbled, and the chief felt sorry for him, his heart softened, and he showed compassion for his situation, saying: You did not fall short, and God willing, if a poet appears in the family, I will send you home, and we will respond to your poem with a poem. When he returned to his wife, she asked him: Did you bring good news? He said: Thank God, I did not lose my cloak from over my shoulder.
Poetry is another face of speech; it does not grant its keys except to those who are sincere to it and do not associate others with it. The poet's most profound expression is the speech that is unlike any other speech, and its highest rank is the speech that is the essence of speech; and that is only mastered by the rare few whose obsession is to dig deep to reach the clarity of the spring, even if they are alone and its flow is just enough for their thirst. Among the poems are eternal ones, yet not all poets are preoccupied with immortality; some are satisfied with a financial reward that improves their living conditions, while others, as Amal Dunqul said, (live upright while the heart bends searching for what it has lost, and some spend their lives bent, searching along the road for what restores their balance).
Wedding occasions in the villages were not complete without the folklore of the ardha, and the poet's clothing took priority in the wedding budget. The more he estimated the clothing, the more he would praise and flatter, immersing himself in launching both genuine and exaggerated descriptions. The host knows his worth better than the poets, and some do not hesitate to deceive; sometimes the envelope is enlarged, and small denominations are placed inside to make it seem substantial. When the party ends and people disperse, painful truths are revealed, and the wounded poet awaits an opportunity to avenge his wounded pride. The term (Abu Nuwas) frequently appeared in the verses as a metaphor for cunning.
I have always sought to excuse the flattery of the great poet Al-Mutanabbi; the artist's capital is his talent, and it may be his source of livelihood. Perhaps Abu al-Tayyib was one of the first to open the doors wide for poets, as was the case with (Kafur), who made him a legend and elevated him high with his poem:
May God bless this world as a resting place for a rider
For every distant worry in it is tormented
Oh, if only my poetry could say a poem
So I would not complain in it nor be reproached
If a man leaves his family behind
And heads towards Kafur, he does not become a stranger
A young man fills actions with opinion and wisdom
And rarely at times is he pleased or angry
O father of musk, is there a favor in the cup that I may attain?
For I have been singing for a while, and you drink
And when he did not receive what he hoped for and despaired, he metaphorically sank into the earth with his home; in a poem:
I show you contentment if the soul hides something
And I am neither content with myself nor with you
You think my smiles are hope and joy
And I am but laughing at my hopes
And I admire your legs in the shoe, indeed
I saw you with shoes if you were barefoot
And one like you comes from a faraway land
To amuse the grieving women of the blacksmiths
And when one of the poets of the popular ardha wanted to deny the accusation of material greed against himself; and (poets say what they do not do), he proclaimed in an ardha with the opening line (I, O poets, did not come for the sake of money), and one of the sarcastic critics sitting next to the jug heard, memorized, and analyzed, and quickly commented with a loud voice saying: So why did you come to mess around?!