Hurry to the lovers’ camp
Hurry to the lovers’ camp,
Dispersed by Time, a ruin now;
Once the haunt of love’s gazelles,
Wolves’ and lions’ lair today.
From far away I hear Gazelle,
From Edom’s keep and Arab’s cell,
Mourning the lover of her youth,
Sounding lovely, ancient words:
“Fortify me with lovers’ flasks,
Strengthen me with sweets of love.”
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