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The follies of men cease with youth, but my heart does not cease to love you./ Many bitter counselors have warned me of the disaster of your love, but I turned away from them./ Many a night has let down its curtains around me amid deep grief,/ It has whelmed me as a wave of the sea to try me with sorrow./ Then I said to the night, as slowly his huge bulk passed over me,/ As his breast, his loins, his buttocks weighed on me and then passed afar,/ "Oh long night, dawn will come, but will be no brighter without my love./ You are a wonder, with stars held up as by ropes of hemp to a solid rock."
The Poem of Imru al Quais, from The Mu'allaqat

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