Letter to Aaron Ibn al-‘Ammānī
On my bed at night, I sought him who my soul loveth. I said to my heart, “Let me go unto the mount of myrrh.” And while I was still speaking, before I had concluded, God brought to my hand an epistle sent to me on the wings of the wind, perfumed with the myrtle of peace and taken from the stores of the spice merchants, anointed with holy oil…
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