Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi - Secrets

Secrets I keep no companion can discern.
Nor to it can wine its potent way burn.
Soft women I have for an hour, and then,
Deserts I roam, never more to return.

Abu at-Tayyib al-Mutanabbi

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