Longing has led me to you, the entirety of my world,
A stream of words in your love is scarce…
The critics blame me for you,
Ignore their blame, oh date of the palm tree.
They don’t know who you are,
Who I am, and what the evidence is…
I was not a fanatic,
But in your love, I
The night caresses the face of stars in my gaze,
And the dawn rescues the face of worries with its gleam.
Oh, dweller of my heart and my words,
And the temples of the pages.
Ah, for two hearts weary from the ardor of love,
And the glorification of the yearning one.
Oh, you who ask about the description of longing,
You who seek
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