Abū al-Walīd Aḥmad Ibn Zaydūni al-Makhzūmī or simply known as Ibn Zayduni or Abenzaidun was a famous Andalusian poet of Cordoba and Seville. He was considered the greatest neoclassical poet of al-Andalus. He reinvigorated the impassioned lyrics in Arabic by infusing it with more personal and sensual tones of experience. This supposed him to be considered the best of the loving poets of the Muslim Hispania and to become a model for all subsequent Western Arab poetry. His love affair with the princess and poet Wallada and his exile inspired many of his poems.
Life and Work
Ibn Zayduni was born in 1003 in Cordoba to an aristocratic Andalusian Arab family that claimed descent from the Banu Makhzum. He grew up during the decline of the Umayyad caliphate and was involved in the political life of his age. He joined the court of the JahwaridAbu al-Hazm of Cordoba and was imprisoned by him after he was accused of conspiring against him and his patrons. His relationship with the Umayyad princess Wallada was quickly terminated by Wallada herself. Some attributed this change of heart to Ibn Zayduni's early anti-Umayyad activities, while others mention his rivalry with the richministerIbn Abdus, a former friend of Ibn Zayduni, who supposedly gains Wallada's favor and supported her. It is suggested that Ibn Abdus himself was the one who instigated Abu al-Hazm ibn Jahwar against Ibn Zaydun. He sought refuge with Abbad II of Seville and his son al-Mu'tamid. He was able to return home for a period after the ruler of Seville conquered Cordoba. Much of his life was spent in exile and the themes of lost youth and nostalgia for his city are present in many of his poems. In a poem about Cordoba he remembers his city and his youth:
God has sent showers upon abandoned dwelling places of those we loved. He has woven upon them a striped many-coloured garment of flowers, and raised among them a flower like a star. How many girls like images trailed their garmets among such flowers, when life was fresh and time was at our service...How happy were, those days that have passed, days of pleasure, when we lived with those who had back flowing hair and white shoulders