The Mind
Allah, my sleep is woven through, it seems
Translated by Ameen Rihani (1918) · From The Luzumiyat of Abu'l-Ala (1918)
The Mind
Allah, my sleep is woven through, it seems,
With burning threads of night and golden beams;
But when my dreams are evil they come true;
When they are not, they are, alas! but dreams.
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al-Ma'arri, Abu al-Ala. “Allah, my sleep is woven through, it seems.” Translated by Ameen Rihani. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/al-maarri/85/.
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al-Ma'arri, Abu al-Ala. “Allah, my sleep is woven through, it seems.” Translated by Ameen Rihani. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/al-maarri/85/.
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