It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

“المسكنة نقاب يخفي ملامح الكبرياء”

“All these things have you said of beauty. Yet in truth you spoke not of her but…”

“Your body is the harp of your soul and it is yours to bring forth sweet music f…”

“كان لي مولد ثان حين انعقد الحب بين جسدي و روحي فتزاوجا.”