From Al-Mutanabbi's poems
the horses and the night and
the desert know me
And his heart is warmest among those whose heart is libel.
And whoever has a disease in my body or condition
Why should I conceal a love that has healed my body?
And you claim to love the sword of the nations
If we are united by love for his jealousy
I wish we would share as much love as we share
I visited him with India's swords sheathed
I looked at him and the swords were blood
He was the best of all of God’s creation
It was the best of the best things
The enemy whom you have defeated is defeated
With it, there is a sorry, with it, yes.
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