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- Mention no longer the driver on his night journey and the wide striding camels, and give up talk of morning dew and ruins. [...] (en)
- I no longer have any taste for love songs on dwellings which already went down in seas of [too many] odes. [...] (en)
- If a steamer leaves with my friends on sea or land, why should I direct my complaints to the camels? (en)
- So, too, the ghada, whose fire, fanned by the sighs of those enamored of it, cries out to the poets: "Alas for my burning!" [...] (en)
- It is by Love that the whole world is maintained, [by Love all things move,] by Love each creature perpetuates itself separately, and by Love the whole preserves its parts [and so forth]. [...] He who calls Love the goddess of human society is not wrong, because of the strange effects and miraculous impressions produced by her among men. If a statue of her were to [be created] and set upon the altar of the mind, it would take the form of a woman who is all fair, without one blemish. (en)
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