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30 – A shaykh once recited to me from his notebook:
[long-meter verse]
She has forgotten … the searing blaze she will endure … the scorching heat of the noonday sun;
As though you had never buried a loved one, nor ever stood beside him in the throes of death.
٣٠ - أَنْشَدَنِي شَيْخٌ مِنْ كِتَابِهِ:
[البحر الطويل]
نَسِيَتْ. . . لَظَى تُكَابِدُ ... . . حرَّ شَمْسِ الْهَوَاجِرِ
كَأَنَّكَ لَمْ تَدْفِنْ حَمِيمًا وَلَمْ تَكُنْ ... لَهُ فِي سِيَاقِ الْمَوْتِ يَوْمًا بِحَاضِرِ