وَأَسلَمَني حِلمي فَبِتَ كَأَنَّني
أَخو حَزَنٍ يُلهيهِ ضَربُ الحَوالِسِ
My forbearance forsook me, and I spent the night as though I were
My friend, your words moved me, though I could not understand their full meaning. Let us speak openly and seek wisdom.
a brother to sorrow, distracted by playing the ḥawālis.
Sol 5.6