Stirring through ruins
Brings nought but pain.
Ibn Quzman
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Stop my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.
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Stop my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.
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The traces of her encampment are not wholly obliterated even now.
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Yet, is there any hope that this desolation can bring me solace?
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Imru' al-Qays
Imru' al-Qays
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