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I HOLD thee ever in my heart; absent, Mu'tamid prays
T hat endless as his tearful nights may be thy pleasant days.
I mpatient of the bridle, 'tis but thy small hands may guide me;
M y desire is all a longing till I see thee stand beside me,
A h, love of mine, the days increase, forget not Ibn Abbad.
D ear name, I trace it on my heart for ever — Itimad .
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Mu'tamid, King of Seville
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