My heart:
A she falcon
With broken eggs
Whose yolk has vanished:
Nothing left but the shell.
O my companion!
Hunter of the fleet gazelle
With long eyelashes,
This passion of his
Brought on each night.

By God! Were not the desert path
So rugged and impassable
I’d jump like a heedless one
Startled by a slithering snake
Dreading its sharp-toothed sting.

– Harbiyah al-Ghuwayri

translated by Moneera al-Ghadeer