God may join together those frayed threads some day even as they think no reunion possible | You are wrong to think so, I said to him |
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May God not keep you far from me, oh father | How useless this firewood my tribesmen cut! My companions, do not shake me for more tears— When my eyes water I reach for that friend who, seeing my state, will cry for me |
I am only a desperate man enfolding the pillars of houses with my weak arms.
27I know that every soul of Death does drink | I slaughtered my she-camel on the grave of Mullawah between brittle desert trees |
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I said to her Be my sacrifice, for the dawn of coming day I will walk as yesterday by you I was carried | in the black it shone like the bright star of the Bear |
A tribesman said: I glimpsed a planet! There is no repentance to be had from this love.
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