The Mind
And round the Well how oft my Soul doth grope
Translated by Ameen Rihani (1918) · From The Luzumiyat of Abu'l-Ala (1918)
The Mind
And round the Well how oft my Soul doth grope
Athirst; but lo! my Bucket hath no Rope:
I cry for water, and the deep, dark Well
Echoes my wailing cry, but not my hope.
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al-Ma'arri, Abu al-Ala. “And round the Well how oft my Soul doth grope.” Translated by Ameen Rihani. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/al-maarri/35/.
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al-Ma'arri, Abu al-Ala. “And round the Well how oft my Soul doth grope.” Translated by Ameen Rihani. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/al-maarri/35/.
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