"O God there are hundreds of snares and baits And we are even as greedy and foolish birds; Every moment our feet are caug..."

"Hearken to the reed-flute, how it discourses When complaining of the pains of separation; 'Ever since they tore me from ..."

"Good news! Good news! Lo! the spring is at hand, If the blossoms did not shine as bright helmets, How could the fruits d..."