Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi ((915-965))
Secrets I keep no companion can discern.
Nor to it can wine its potent way burn.
Soft women I have for an hour, and then,
Deserts I roam, never more to return.
Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi
Submitted: Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014
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