And I Cry Daily

I was sleeping and being comforted
by a cool breeze, when suddenly a gray dove
from a thicket sang and sobbed with longing,
reminding me of my own passion.

I had been away from my own soul so long,
so late sleeping, but that dove's crying
woke me and made me cry. 'Praise
to the early morning grievers!'

~Adi al-Riga