He Praises His Love

The full moon would resemble thee, were it not freckled; and the
sun would be like thee, were it not eclipsed.
Verily I wonder—but how full is love of wonders: accompanied by
anxieties and passion!—
That I see the way short when I go to the beloved, and long when I
journey away from her.
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