"You are the most enchanting incense." I believe you, but
what happens now? Embers
blaze inside you: burning and no perfume.
O fragrance, the dictionary of our fires
is being torn to pieces of mud and water,
and departs as a memory
of incense. Departure
is love's twin; this dominant one, this god who is forever slain.

Translation: 2013, Khaled Mattawa