Yesterday, Al-Mayssa was hermit of the man's heart, and her nectar perfumed the lavender of the councils and sandalwood. Her speech foreshadowed the birth of a civilisation, and her letters were princesses studded with inscriptions, and her rocks were the storehouses of palaces. Whoever kisses her and enters her gardens, whoever tramples her fingernails, and whoever tries to pick her charms, is lucky. As for those who tried to decipher its symbols and analyse its influence, then his boat does not anchor seas or beaches.
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