I said to the stones
I said to the stones distinctly, not in a
whisper: “Give me of your strength, so that I may feel again; for griefs have consumed me and made me lean. Is my strength the strength of stones? Is my fesh made of bronze?”
I said to the loftiest eagles, who soar in all directions: “Lift me with you in fight, so that I may see where my Beloved is gone…
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