Ibn Zaydun - Longing

When shall I describe my feelings
To you, my delight, my torture?
When will my tongue have the pleasure
Of explaining it, instead of a letter?
Oh you tempter in consolation,
Oh you proof of a forlorn lover!
Tou are the sun that has hidden
Itself behind a veil from my eye:

Ibn Zaydun

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