يَرَى الوَحشَةَ الأنسَ الأنِيسَ وَ يَهتَدِي بِحَيتُ اْهتَدَت أُمُّ النُّجُومِ الشَّوَابِكِ
He deems the Wild the sweetest of friends, and travels on
where travels above him the Mother of all the clustered stars.
—Pre-Islamic poet Ta’abata Sharran
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