“Thus the tears flowed down on my breast, remembering days of love; The tears wetted even my sword-belt, so tender was my love.” — Imru al-Qays Copy Share Image
“Nay, the cure of my sorrow must come from gushing tears. Yet, is there any hope that this desolation can bring me solace?” — Imru al-Qays Copy Share Image
“Has anything deceived you about me, that your love is killing me, And that verily as often as you order my heart, it will… — Imru al-Qays Copy Share Image
“The follies of men cease with youth, but my heart does not cease to love you. Many bitter counselors have warned me of the… — Imru al-Qays Copy Share Image
“Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved. Here was her abode on the edge of the… — Imru al-Qays Copy Share Image
“Thus the tears flowed down on my breast, remembering days of love; The tears wetted even my sword-belt, so tender was my love.” — Imru al-Qays Copy Share Image
