Absent is truth, or absence be truth? Absence fills the mind, sounds of missed fortune, we have starved renunciation; I cannot renounce what we have yet to gain..

'The girl's thick, fragrant hair
Is like a column of smoke rising from the fire of love,
Like a bunch of peacock's tail-feathers
Waved by the conjuror to distract his audience,
Like the victory banner of youth' - Hala Satassai