Tamerlane or better "Itur the lame" (apparently had a leg iron or
something like that) was a great conqueror succeeded turkish men of
Genghis Khan as ruler of the ancient city of Samarkand. Before leaving because one of his many victorious campaigns, he ordered the
construction of a magnificent mosque in honor of his favorite wife,
Bibi - Khanum, a Mongol princess who gave the name to the large
building. Legend
says that the Persian architect in charge of the work was in love with
the noblewoman, slowing the progress of the work as unrequited in his
desires. In the long run she ended up giving in to this kind of blackmail but the fiery kiss on the cheek cost her an obvious burn.The
temple had been ended in time but the sign on his face was a stigma
that the woman covered with a veil, by imposing the same to all the
inhabitants of the city. All this was not enough to prevent the sovereign Itur to discover the affair on his return. The veil was for all as imposing (is one of the legends associated
with the use of the chador) but the mosque became the tomb of the
princess while the architect was able to escape by flying from the top
of a minaret.The
sad story, as often happens ends punishing only women and save
the men. I have stolen and summed up this one from a story by Tiziano Terzani but it
is not the only ancient and mysterious story related to the
extraordinary city of Samarkand.
Another curious fact is about the mausoleum of the same
bloodthirsty warlord Tamerlane, the place called Gur-I-Mir (the enormous building which still houses the tomb of the Emir in his crypt) .In 1941 the remains of Tamerlane (confirmed as such also by
impairments in the leg), were exhumed from a Russian anthropologist
(Samarkand was part of the Soviet Republic of Uzbekistan).
Seal on the tomb of the great ruler was written:"Whoever violates this tomb will be defeated by an enemy more terrible than me."The next day, June 22, Hitler began Operation Barbarossa to invade the Soviet Empire.
Even Marco Polo, in his "The Million" describes the Samarkand of a century earlier. The
city was almost compulsory step for his family as an important
crossroads of that period along the "Silk Road" and Marco tells of an alleged
miracle linked to the restitution of a sacred stone by Christians to
Muslims. This
stone was holding, apparently, a column of a Christian church that even
after the removal of this stone remained incredibly standing. A probable architectural enigma that Polo's could see with their own eyes.
But when I think about the name "Samarkand" I think of another story, an
ancient tale told by a great Italian singer about a man on the
run: a man on a horse who run away from a woman to whom no one can
escape
and in fact, that woman dressed in black, precedes him inexorably
and already awaits him in Samarkand.
There was a big celebration in the capital since the war was over. The soldiers were all returned home and had let down their currencies.
On the street everybody were dancing and drinking wine, the musicians played without interruption.
It was spring and women could finally, after so many years, embrace their men.
At dawn the fires were extinguished and it was at that point that, in the crowd,
for a moment a soldier saw a woman dressed in black
who
looked at him with maliciuos eyes.
Laugh,
laugh and laugh again, Now the war can't frighten anymore,
burn all uniforms in
the fire at night, burning in the throat filled with wine,
music of tambourines
until dawn, the soldier who danced all night saw in the crowd that black lady,
he saw that she was looking for him and got scared.
"Save
me, save me, great king, let me get away, get away from here,
at the
parade She was near me, and She looked at me with malice"
"Give him, give
him an animal, son of lightning, fit for a king,
soon, as soon as he can
run
away, give him the faster beast
"run horse, please hurry up! until to
Samarkand I will lead you,
do not stop, flies please! Run like the wind
that I'll save myself
oh oh, oh, horse! oh oh horse,
oh oh, horse, oh oh
Rivers then fields, then dawn was purple, white were the towers that finally touched, but there was in the crowd that black
lady
tired of running his head bowed:
"You were among the people in the capital, I know you were looking at me with malice,
I escaped away among crickets and cicadas, I ran away but now I find you here! "
"You're
wrong, you fooled yourself, you're wrong soldier: I didn't look at you with malice, it
was only a surprised look,
"what were you doing the day before yesterday
there?" I think to wait for you here in Samark and you were so distant two
days ago,
I feared that, listening
to the band, you couldn't be here in time.
It's not so far Samarkand,
race horse! Race there ...
I sang with you all night long: run like
the wind that I will comes
oh oh horse, oh, oh horse oh oh horse, horse oh oh oh oh