A rain cloud:
The sea had given its caravans to
drink.
Once quenched, it took wing to high
ground, jubilant.
But the king of the winds rose up
to it with his troops,
And scattered it, unwilling,
unfulfilled.
I wept for that cloud, having
missed its quest,
Though neither its longing nor its
passion was mine.
So too the nights:
They’re never generous when a
creature pleads,
Never faithful to their promise."
- Abu al-`Ala’ al-Ma`arri
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