Moringa of the flood bed
on the banks of the river Tigris.
A dove on a swaying bough’s mournful cooing
has turned me sad,
Her song like the song
of the queen of the gathering-
When she touches her triple chord
you can forget the maestro brother of the caliph al-H
(Ibn Arabi)
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