I pass by the house, the house of Layla,
and I kiss this wall and that wall.
It’s not love of the house that impassions my heart
but of she who dwells in the house.
Qays ibn al-Mulawwah (via majdimam)
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I pass by the house, the house of Layla,
and I kiss this wall and that wall.
It’s not love of the house that impassions my heart
but of she who dwells in the house.