How many times have I said, while drinking wine at dawn:
Who am I to blame others, who am drunkenness's plaything,
all alone, seconded by no one to support me,
even as the cosmos and its beings sing my praise?
This is the onset of the Beauty-Marked, is it not? Watch out
for me! Our get-together is a lofty connection.
When I am visible, the Beauty-Marked One is in view,
and when she is concealed, I'm still exposed.
When you want to see her, look at me,
and buddy, when you're with her, be on guard.
Her every meaning is my meaning, and in form
she's like me too, and my daughter and my father she is called.
By Shaykh ‘Adi ibn Musafir (meter: basīṭ)
