8. When they stood up, the scent of musk wafted from them like the breath of the East wind bearing the fragrance of cloves.
9. Through [my] yearning [for them] my tears poured down on to my throat until they wet my sword strap.
39. In the evening she lights up the darkness as though she were the light in the place where the hermit does his eventide devotions.
46. 'Come, long night, come, give way to morning, though the arrival of morning is no better if it comes wrapped in you.
47. O what a night you are! It is as though all your stars were anchored to Mount Yadhbul by tightly-twisted ropes.'
39. In the evening she lights up the darkness as though she were the light in the place where the hermit does his eventide devotions.
46. 'Come, long night, come, give way to morning, though the arrival of morning is no better if it comes wrapped in you.
47. O what a night you are! It is as though all your stars were anchored to Mount Yadhbul by tightly-twisted ropes.'
65. They turned aside (the oryx) looking like pieces of light onyx with dark pieces in between on the neck of a boy with [respected] paternal and maternal uncles in the tribe.
71. My friend, can you see the lightning? Let me point out to you its flashes in the distance gleaming like the flash of hands [as it moves swiftly] in a mass of cloud piled up like a crown.
79. In the morning the top of the peaks of al-Mujaymir was like the whirl of a spindle from the torrent and the debris [swirling round them].
71. My friend, can you see the lightning? Let me point out to you its flashes in the distance gleaming like the flash of hands [as it moves swiftly] in a mass of cloud piled up like a crown.
79. In the morning the top of the peaks of al-Mujaymir was like the whirl of a spindle from the torrent and the debris [swirling round them].
Mu'allaqa by Imru' ul-Qays (6th century CE)
I am living a dream right now. Never imagined I could be this happy.
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