So I knew that her glance had said:
“Welcome, and greetings to the love-stricken beloved.”
I returned my gaze toward her in greeting,
and addressed her plainly and without ambiguity.
I know well that whenever remembrance of you stirs,
tears choke my speech and restrain my tongue.
And I know that a visitation befits one such as you,
despite your harshness and sternness toward me.
I suffer on account of my love, as though I myself invented it,
though lovers had mastered this love long before the tribe of Jurhum.
-ʿUmar ibn Abī Rabīʿah’s Diwan









