The legend of the Azahar.

Fuente: http://www.nutricionyrecetas.com/andino/aromaazahar.htm

Many years ago in the city of Granada lived a sultan called Al Kabul, this man had a great palace populated by slaves, in him there was a couple who had a beautiful girl called Al-Azhar, the sultan was very in love with the girl, the Sultan raised to his parents what was the intention with the girl, these they refused flatly, the enraged Sultan ordered to kill the parents of the girl and took her to live with him, his intention was to take her as soon as she was of the age of majority .

A couple of days before the union in marriage Al Kabul ordered the best architect of Granada, a young man named Xuran, the sultan asked the young architect to design and decorate the nuptial room, working in the palace the young architect met Al -Azhar and was hypnotized by the beautiful black eyes of the young woman, and knew what love was at first sight.

A nap while everyone slept, the palace was deserted and the young architect and the beautiful Al-Azhar met, without hesitation and taking advantage of the opportunity of the solitude of the afternoon I declare his love to the beautiful girl, who had felt the same for The young man accepted without any resistance, the afternoon began to fall and with him the movements of people in the palace, it was very risky to continue with their talk, before saying goodbye were agreed to meet at night in the oasis of the palace.

At nightfall young lovers were found among the palms of the oasis, at that time of year the orange blossom began to open its petals with a pleasant aroma.
The young lovers spread a carpet under the palm trees where they lay placidly, the moon and stars were the only witnesses of this consummate love, little by little the hours began to run the bodies and the carpet soon impregnated with the aroma of the orange in Flower, this would be their only and last night of the brief encounter of love, at dawn fall the couple said goodbye with tears in their eyes.

This fleeting encounter soon arrived in the ears of the sultan, blind of jealous and crazy by the treachery he killed with his own hands to the beautiful Al-Azhar, his body went to the crematorium, after incinerating the beautiful body of the young man took his Ashes and scattered through the oasis of the palace to appease the strong smell of orange blossom that brought to mind the tangled bodies of these treacherous young men, despite the strong smell emanating from the ashes of the burned body plus the perfumes of the rosedales He could not placate the strong scent of the orange that brought to his mind the betrayal of his beloved.

The strong aroma of treacherous lovers remained in the air, remembering at every moment the betrayal of his beloved, unable to control his anger the sultan made the decision to end the life of the architect, the one who abused his trust corrupting love Of her life, the one I take care of so carefully and saw her grow to become his wife, hypnotized and deceived by the ability of Xuran's words, those who got the love of the young woman who paid one with his life.

As if it were a hunting dog, Sultan Al Kabul followed the scents of his wife who had impregnated Xuran's body, followed him tirelessly through the city of Granada, until he reached inhospitable places of the city, managed to corner him when he arrived To a hill, when feeling corralado without opportunity to obtain mercy of the maddened sultán took the decision to take the life.


Fuente: http://www.amorypoesia.es/poesias_poetas_generacion_27.htm

From those times when a fresh breeze blows on the oasis of the palace, it brings with it a penetrating and unmistakable aroma that floods the whole city of Granadas, the penetrating and unforgettable smell of Azhar.

Fuente: http://piruja56.blogspot.com.ar/2016/07/la-leyenda-del-azahar.html

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José Luis Fernández
Corrientes Argentina

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