Jamilla:
So we meet again, my prince.
Hafiz:
Let me feast my eyes on you. It really is you. This is a pleasure. After I'd given you up. How could anything so beautiful be so merciless, so cruel? We have a week of delirious happiness and suddenly you're gone. My nights are sleepless, my days burning sands. I didn't know who you were, where you were. I shouted the name Jamilla through every palace window. From Tehran to Mosul. There wasn't even an echo. Finally, I take the long journey home to Hassir, eh, my own little kingdom praying for a thunderbolt to explode you out of my heart. But no thunderbolt.
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