60 But what secrets hide you, O ʿEṣām, in this place? Should Abu Qaboos fall, then falls the world entire, He, the spring to our souls, our sacred desire. Like the month most holy, his love does enfold, In his absence, we’re left with a life, bleak and cold. We then cling to life’s tail, a dire, desperate strife, Like a camel, back bowed, bereft of its life. No hump to sustain us, no strength to survive, In the wake of his loss, how shall we thrive? Al-Nuʿmān, with a chuckle, turns to Al-Nābighah: “Come with me. I shall take you to the very bedroom where I lay ill and was tended to. We
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