1. And I enter a market, driven by the urge to shop,

    And leave it having neither bought nor sold.

  2. It is not that I have no money in my possession,

    Yet my soul desires what I had spurned.

  3. ؟

    Has the star of the paper book grown dim,

    Or does some inclination toward it remain within us?

  4. The spider of the Internet has crowded it out,

    A crowding that has left it wretched.

  5. It still crouches in the cave of a shelf,

    Complaining to the God of creation of what it has suffered.

  6. Through the book, the West rose to glory,

    While whoever neglected it did not rise.

  7. ***

    ***

    In the oud’s eye, sleeplessness spent the evening swimming,

  8. And from it the night absorbed melody and moon.

    Through existence, its resonances coursed like a soul,

  9. The forest yearned for it in passion, and daybreak grew ecstatic.

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