and our hearts were not afflicted
By yearning for you, nor did our eyes dry up.
When our consciences confide in you, sorrow
Would almost destroy us, if we did not find solace.
Because we are missing you, our days have become Black,
and our nights with you used to be white,
Life was happy because of our companionship
And the place of entertainment was serene from our mutual sincerity
by Ibn Zaydun- Andalucian poet
Image: by Big H
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