( Abû Muhammad Ilyâs ibn Yûsuf ibn Zakî Mu'ayyad, known by his pen-name of Nizâmî, was born around 1141 in Ganja, the capital of Arran in Transcaucasian Azerbaijan, where he remained until his death in about 1209. His father, who had migrated to Ganja from Qom in north central Iran, may have been a civil cervant; his mother was a daughter of a Kurdish chieftain; having lost both parents early in his life, Nizâmî was brought up by an uncle. He was married three times, and in his poems laments the death of each of his wives, as well as proferring advice to his son Muhammad. He lived in an age of both political instability and intense intellectual activity, which his poems reflect; but little is known about his life, his relations with his patrons, or the precise dates of his works, as the accounts of later biographers are colored by the many legends built up around the poet. Although he left a small corpus of lyric poetry, Nizâmî is best known for his five long narrative poems. Often referred to by the honorific Hakîm, 'the sage', Nizâmî is both a learned poet and master of a lyrical and sensuous style ).
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