“Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved. Here was her abode on the edge of the sandy desert between Dakhool and Howmal. The traces of her encampment are not wholly obliterated even… — 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
