The Crazy Majnun

I pass by these walls, the walls of Layla

And I kiss this wall and that wall

It’s not Love of the houses that has taken my heart

But of the One who dwells in those houses

- Qays ibn al-Mulawwah

I wonder how Qays could stand the pain of longing for Layla – to see her eyes, to hear her voice, to feel her present. I always wonder.

Tears are so cheap for those who are in love – tears of longing, tears of joy.

Your heart bursts when you see his shadow and when you smell his perfume. The heart can’t contain the joy of those who are in love.

… when you finally see him, your breath stop for a second. The whole world vanishes, leaving only you and him.

I kiss his right hand, and thank the Lord – the Most Compassionate.

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