Our treasured friends are gone and with them our patience,
gone who had been alive in the black core of the heart
I asked where the riders had halted and knelt their camels
Amid the scent of absinthe, they said, and moringa
I told the wind to track them down in the
shade of the thicket where the wings of their tents are spread
To bring them greetings from the brother of grief
When the tribe scattered his heart was torn
- Ibn 'Arabi (translated by Michael Sells)
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