I ran with the other lovers in the arena of passion and I outran them in the contest, though I went with ease

If ever did other lovers dress in the garments of passion or undress themselves (from them), they were only the clothes I had worn out

If ever they drank a cup of love, be it bitter or sweet, what they drank was what I spilled

– Ishraqa al-Muharibiyya

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