Sol 5.6

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    My heart, which grew accustomed to stillness, bids it farewell.

    Its barren waste came alive in the wake of lovesick longing.

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    Resembling the oud, its moaning became

    a rhythm of longing that the ribs echo back.

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    The plaintive ache of the taqāsīm sung by

    the Ziryab of my verse is its tears and anguish.

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    The dancing meanings are its pulse;

    the dreaming melodies, its ardor.

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    How gracious is the one who enriched and endowed, bestowing

    a kingdom—revel in all its delights.

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    My heart, which loves you, I honor with love;

    but if it accepts humiliation, I cast it off.

Sol 5.6