Arabic Poetry

My soul clung to yours before we were created,
Before we were weaned, before we were laid in the cradle.
Our love has grown and developed our selves;
Death cannot break the promises of this love.
It will survive all the trials of fate
And visit us among the shadows of the tomb, In the depths of the grave.

The above is something that Saladin posted up online, it is an example of Arabic poetry by Jamil al Udhri.

I am pretty sure he writes... I wonder if he'll ever write anything for me.